![]() I feel incredibly bonded to the city and its people after months and months of intense lockdown, it’s a kinship unlike any other I’ve felt to a place. We went through something truly remarkable in Melbourne last year. Anyone so vulgar as to pit Sydney against Melbourne is entirely missing the point: they’re both brilliant, in very different ways. She is beautiful, innovative, interesting, and peppered with some of the best food, art, design, creativity and minds in the world. I’d argue Melbourne is still the kind of city you need to know where the good stuff is, or you risk walking around St Kilda or Southgate wondering what everyone’s on about because: ? Just on Melbourne. ‘Where do you get nice cushions? Flowers? Hummus?’ I wondered what I wasn’t being told, why I couldn’t find a decent cobbler (here’s one!) cursed those who weren’t giving up the goods, and had some truly terrible haircuts before I worked it out. ‘Where do you go for breakfast?’ I’d ask women I barely knew. ![]() It was pre-Instagram so you had to, like, read newspapers or blogs to be in the know. I got it real wrong for a solid year I reckon. I share it because it takes a longass time to build up Your Things in a city, your army of friends, parks, cafes, grocers, and of course, people who magically transform your hair and face. A dream.īut back to Melbourne for a moment, and the services, places and things I became intensely fond of, and will miss dearly. (The spiders and frizz I could do without.) My god. To be able to stomp into the sea at the end of a ratty day feels incredible after so many years in a city. I’ve just moved back to Sydney after eight years in Melbourne.
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