Akinola Davies Jr. talks to Kuyili Karthik about My Father’s Shadow, which has just won the Camera d’Or Special Mention at ...

How was I to be worthy of that?” In an age of prose poetry where Bluets by Maggie Nelson, or essays by Deborah Levy act like ...

Somewhere between a house party in your queer cousin’s boudoir and a backstage fever dream, Madame Martha’s Parisian Cabaret delivers a night that is both intoxicatingly chaotic and strangely intimate ...

In the intimate confines of The Lounge at Chatswood Concourse, Come You Spirits unveils a Romeo & Juliet that breathes with immediacy and intimacy. Stripped to its core, this production distills ...

A sensational, electrifying, dazzling, and at times, overwhelming performance, L’Hotel is steeped in a splendour that promises delight at every turn. Created by Craig Ilott and Stuart Couzens, the ...

Macquarie University (MQ) told staff on 2nd June that there would be a restructure in the arts and science faculties, including the axing of at least 50 full-time academic jobs. Several majors will be ...

Set in Melbourne during the Victorian gold rush, The Butterfly Women follows four women as they get tangled up investigating a serial killer targeting sex workers. Based on extensive archival research ...

It is a phenomenal feeling when someone is able to wrap you entirely in their words and their presence. This is how it feels to talk to Nancy Denis, a Sydney-based multidisciplinary performer and ...

The University of Technology Sydney (UTS) has proposed a blanket ban on indoor protests. On Tuesday 6th May, the UTS Student Association (UTSSA) President Mia Campbell was told in a meeting with the ...

The gods we build are often made of memory, and almost always homemade. Rachel Joyce’s The Homemade God opens with a scene of nostalgic sun-drenched serenity and then, with a jolt, plunges into grief.

5 minutes before Nuta Mantis starts, I’m standing in the basement of the Chippo speaking to Sina, the president of SURG. I ask her to capture surgcore in three words. I got four: No more beer gardens.

This review does not contain the elegant musings of a prolific New York fashion writer. I am no Carrie Bradshaw, though I wish I was (don’t we all?). I am an Honi Soit editor, and also a broke 21-year ...