Lucky Miles

Unlike its name suggests, Lt Collins boutique Extinct doesn’t deal in dinosaur bones. It does however take influence from the best of bygone fashion...

Communal tables are fun in theory; banquets of towering cakes, stuffed pigs and candelabras have appeared in almost every given Shakespearean setting...

I desire you would use all your skill to paint your picture truly like me, and not flatter me at all; but remark all these roughness, pimples, warts...

There really isn't too much cracking on Bridge Road. Unless you are looking for a skirt that only just covers your rude bits or you feel like doing battle...

For nearly her entire life Kim Victoria Wearne’s Bonfire Folk label has lain dormant in the pit of her stomach. But now, after several bouts of...

In 1973 French writer Tony Duvert conducted a close reading of a series of children's sex manuals with the aim of revealing how the ‘sex-positive'...

Not all dance music should make you dance. In fact at its best, dance music should probably reduce its listeners to a mild mannered sway or a transcendental...

Why is newer necessarily better? Sure, there's a place for faster, smaller, thinner, more effective - but there's also a place (often closer to our heart)...

Super heroes are a dark, twisted lot. The blessing of their powers is also a curse, forever alienating them from the rest of Earth and opening up a world...

Anyone who saw the amazing milk crate man perched near Richmond station will be familiar with the Wooster Collective.

Wooster celebrates ephemeral...

Through Delia Derbyshire and Dick Mills's work at the BBC Radiophonic Workshop in the '60s, JG Ballard's suburban sci-fi, Throbbing Gristle's camp...

Some people see genitals in everything. The vegetable aisle, certain 'art' sculptures in Port Melbourne or simply their boss's face; the world is funnier...

If you've spent any time shopping for vintage in Melbourne you're sure to have had an impossibly fashionable woman with a wild blonde afro look after...

Waterloo has long been used as a metaphor for a final reckoning, a settling of old scores. Though in the case of Carl Barat’s new band Dirty Pretty...

Billy Thorpe died on the last day of summer. That day me and Age went down to Chelsworth park with some beers and fags. I had completely forgotten about...

From country kid to author and subject of an exhibition, screenwriter and musician in between. We're getting sweaty palms just thinking about him. Nick...

Day tripping Brooklyn duo High Places thoroughly enchant on this singles collection - released locally through Mistletone. Sun-bleached, dreamy and...

Are you familiar with the simultaneously glorious and dismaying feeling that results in the sudden realisation that you are just never going to be as...

The Tom Tom Club's 1981 self-titled debut is a rare nugget of bold artistic genius and its stupidly fun. Comprising of Talking Heads' rhythm section Tina...

Isn’t genre a stupid word? Say it over and over and soon it begins to sound like the name of a particularly sleazy French uncle. We here at ThreeThousand...