• Creation, Care and Country: Penelope McDonald on Audrey Napanangka

    Audrey Napanangka Martin (right) with her husband, Santo Giardina

    Filmed over a ten-year period in Mparntwe (Alice Springs), Audrey Napanangka (Penelope McDonald, 2022) is a documentary that grew out of an even longer ­friendship: that shared by director McDonald and Warlpiri artist Audrey Napanangka Martin, who first met in the 1980s in Lajamanu, a remote community of around 600 people of the Warlpiri nation on the northern edge of the Tanami Desert. Keep reading on Metro.

  • A Weekender’s Guide to Wollongong

    If there’s one place in New South Wales — well, besides Sydney — that’s embraced the state’s newly liberated small bar culture, it’s Wollongong. Like that of the harbour city, The Gong’s night life used to be all about rowdy pubs and dance clubs. Now, we’re not saying there’s anything wrong with that. Keep reading on Concrete Playground.

  • Concrete Playground’s Guide to Sydney’s Islands

    Island hopping is the done thing in Thailand, Fiji and, of course, The Whitsundays. In Sydney, however, its potential passes us by. Sure, we might pop over to Cockatoo Island for the odd spot of glamping, especially when the Biennale rolls around, or crowd onto Clark Island for New Year’s Eve. But catch a ferry or paddle a kayak to one of our isles during the workday week, and you may well find yourself as lonesome as Robinson Crusoe. Keep reading on Concrete Playground.

  • A Guide to Eating and Drinking Around South West France

    It might be France’s fourth biggest city, but Toulouse isn’t yet a firm fixture on the tourist trail. Unless you’re an aviation fanatic, that is — all Airbus A380s are born here, so Biggles fans drop by to tour what’s surely one of the world’s biggest assembly lines. But what’s less known about Toulouse is that it’s a mecca for creatives. Keep reading on Concrete Playground.

  • A Less Obvious Guide to Visiting Paris

    Beneath its glory and grandeur, Paris offers adventures a-plenty at ground level. For every 16th-century art gallery crowded with tourist snappers, there’s a neglected street art masterpiece on a corner somewhere; for every ritzy hotel foregrounded with limousines, there’s a quirky hideaway concealed behind a secret door; for every Michelin-starred restaurant, there’s a laneway shopfront peddling regional produce. Keep reading on Concrete Playground.