Snap-Shot-City

Cinema and surveillance go hand in hand. In fact, someone really needs to put together a Surveillance Film Festival: Coppola’s The Conversation...

Sure, you're an unassuming, left-leaning gen-X or Y-er who goes to the occasional independent Czech film showcase, has flirted with vegetarianism and...

There are people in this world who hoard anything from the colourfully absurd to the handy gadget. There comes a point in these people’s lives when...

Melbourne brand Aesop have been saving face for almost 20 years, minus the crap chat that’s often packed into the jars of other beauty brands...

Concentrated listening duo, ii, are Melbourne's best bliss pop-improv act. Their sound pushes the limits of known recording and performance technique...

In Winter, most would agree that Melbourne’s fashion pallet is more Yamamoto than McQueen. Come June 1, black, noir and shock horror, charcoal...

V, the infinitely cool bible for the rich, has a male partner, quite cryptically entitled VMan. While the sister publication is so big that it has...

Ariel Pink's music is beautiful in that ultimate, metonymic way of having no substitute; its feeling simply cannot be expressed in any other way. Obsessively...

Alcohol will be available at this opening. (This will become relevant later.)

Lane Cormick is really into the Eastern European body artists from the...

The Melbourne International Arts Festival has pulled a big name for its visual arts program in the 2004 Turner Prize winner, Martin Creed. Thousands...

Artists should learn to leave their work alone. Director's cut are often vanity projects or novelty acts: sometimes worrying their own work to death,like...

Oh for the innocence of youth. Those salad days of untainted, unbridaled joy. When excitement lay under the doona as opposed to regret and anxiety about...

Sidney Lumet's Serpico, Dog Day Afternoon, and Network are three of the highlights of 1970s cinema. His output since has ranged from genuinely...

Japanese dude: Oh hello, can I please have a DVD of locally produced soft porn?
Japanese porn purveyor: There it is man. Over there next to Astro...

A couch, sleeping bag, lamp, guitar, laptop and a hermit crab tank. These are Ian Wadley's belongings furnishing Bus Gallery's tiniest nook. After a...

If you want to know the time there are two options - analogue or digital. Sundials look sweet but aren't that practical, and trying to chart the sun's...

When Ingmar Bergman and Michelangelo Antonioni died within a week of each other almost a year ago, it felt like a failed Punk'd sketch: some ghoulish...

Section 8 was like a ship in the night as it lay dormant for a couple of months, just a mysterious fenced-in nautical-sized box in the dumpling/curry...

Like it or loathe it, lastnightsparty (the website) has, like roadkill, attracted the attention of most people that have ever lost control and woken...

Biopics are perhaps the suckiest genre in all of cinema. Interesting lives almost never translate to interesting cinema, and their main appeal is showing...