As I walked up Swanston Street the other day, I passed a Starbucks. Groups of Asian tourists and Australian teenagers clutched their icy coffee drinks in the trademark white and green takeaway cup on the sunny terrace, and I tried to remember the...
Wandering in Melbourne may be one of my favorite activities. The city's neatly ordered grid system makes it nearly impossible to get lost (and fondly reminds me of the A to Z by 1 to 16 grid of my hometown of Sacramento). However, the street art of...
Over the past year or so, I've fallen in love with street art. Unlike the white-washed, pristine feel of Nice, the twisting alleyways of Marseille, Lyon and Paris were covered with neon tags, stenciled social commentary and gorgeous murals. I...
Ever since I was a little girl, I've loved the library. The quiet organization mingles with a sense of possibility: everything has its place, but you never know what might be waiting for you. I'm still secretly thrilled every time I check a book out...
During Melbourne Open House, I certainly didn't choose buildings based on architecture or historical significance: it really depended on whether it had a rooftop garden or a cool-sounding name. The donkey wheel house sparked my interest in the...