If the Warner Bros. Duck Amuck clip taught us anything, there is much power in the grey lead and the pen; characters are at the mercy of their maker no matter how many times they spit, "How ‘bout some colour, stupid!" Once the biro joins forces with paper, and is driven by some serious wrist rotations, anything can happen: a white box catches on fire, a zig-zag has an orgy and the sheepish gnome of missing things tells you he doesn't know where your left sock is.
Philippe Genty's puppetry sure has changed since the '80s. Now, instead of a flirtatious exchange between a feather boa and an old camera, there are women with scissors for legs and giant humanoid dragonflies.
And while Genty's creations still manage to make HR Puff'n'Stuff look like a bastion of normalcy, Land's End (a collaboration between Genty and wife Mary Underwood) has a distinctly sober tone.
Bruce LaBruce: not for the kiddies. If only we had noted this on the 2007 Rooftop Cinema program next to Raspberry Reich. Anyway, you know, bygones. Artists Tristan Jalleh and Saskia Pandji Sakti appreciate this legendary Canadian photographer, political pornographer and filmmaker in all his R-rated glory, and they've just taken over curatorship of Pushka's very small ‘Twenty by Thirty' gallery.
Demystifying the creative process can be a dangerous thing. Sometimes it's nice to think artists are rarefied beings, periodically struck by bone-shaking bolts of inspiration, rather than slobs like the rest of us, makin' stuff in their underwear amongst toast crumbs and fallen armies of takeaway coffee cups.
When Sir Mix-a-lot told us about the boy with low cash flow (the one who ain't down to throw and shakes their girl-like body on the floor that makes the girls go BOINGGG!) he was referring to the blushed-up cake boys of the ‘90s. 'Cake Boy' is the lost term for well-manicured boys now being revived at Nicholas Building gallery space, Blindside.
In On the Beach, Gregory Peck and Ava Gardner fall tragically in love as they wait for the nuclear fallout that has already wiped out the Northern hemisphere to blow its way down here. Nearly fifty years later that same melancholy vibe of atmospheric doom pervades World's End, an exhibition of thirteen Melbourne and UK artists who aren't here for a good time, or even for a long time - they're here for the End Times.
Who can deny the eccentricity of a well-tended moustache or the embarrassment of maintaining said moustache during the tired, yet well-meaning ritual of Movember? Then there's the unbridled masculinity of a full naval beard, the narcissism of the goatee and the loaded sensuality of the shave itself.
Search our guide to Melbourne
Browse our guide to Melbourne by interest

Browse our guide to Melbourne by keyword
Melbourne Events Calendar
Select a date to see what's on in Melbourne
Browse our guide to Melbourne by weekly issue