Due to circumstances way beyond my control, Vanishing Sydney has been forced to go into a long hiatus until after Xmas. In the meantime, enjoy the back catalogue. You can find 2,800 original unique photographs of the Inner West of my beloved Emerald City - Sydney, Australia. The best resolution is seen in the Archive box on your desktop, or just keep scrolling back forever on your device. It contains just about every single landmark of any note in the Inner West and a helluva lot more besides. Hope to be back in 2023. The journey so far has been beyond fun; it started on a whim, but there’s been so much enjoyment and fulfillment in creating an amateur photographic record of the place I’ve called home for the past 35 years. In the meantime, go well, folks.
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Remember when Michael Jordan went from dominating basketball to embarrassing baseball? Today’s subject is a little bit like that, only without the Bugs Bunny team-up to make it palatable (I asked, he’s a busy rabbit). Still sports-related, mind you. https://youtu.be/iWURvRHDlJU?t=3m59s WHOA! Are you into top gear yet? Back in 1994, the clamorous Tony D’Allura was […]
There’s a lot to say about a place like Con’s, pictured here in the midst of a small row of anonymous shops on a street you’ve never heard of, in a suburb cherished by few. It’s not Con’s anymore – it hasn’t been for many years – but that’s the identity that stuck. Run by […]
Right, where were we? Back in the 80s, a bunch of pissed blokes ran some boats aground in Sydney Harbour, much to the consternation of the locals. Hooning around the Tasman in a tub’s nothing new, but this particular incident was deemed momentous enough that the city named a suburb after it. Ever been to […]
It seemed like a match made in heaven: a Mickey D’s right outside upper George Street’s Metropolitan Hotel. A greasy fast food basin would have been – and for many years, was – the perfect catchment area for empty stomachs hoping to dilute the copious amounts of alcohol they were about to ingest over the […]
We spend our lives mourning our childhoods. Our values and expectations are shaped throughout our younger years, sometimes subconsciously. Once we learn that, say, an ice cream dropped on the hot sand during a day at the beach won’t be replaced, the ice cream becomes a little part of us, a part we can’t get […]
It doesn't matter whether you're burying people or educating them - if you're doing it in an old Pizza Hut, prepare for scrutiny.