Culture

In light of the recent election, politics has become somewhat of a joke. A figurative sport for people that care less about a country than they do their financial income. It is with this same cynical view that the new Spanish film The Realm enters cinemas, an exhibit of the destruction that can arise from corruption. Given its subject matter, it is easy to enter the film expecting little more than a tale about a politician achieving a significant goal and settling himself into the history of his country, but The Realm is not that. Rather, through the use of

My first sleepover was when I was eighteen. I always have to take my shoes off before going into the house. In my house we put our dishes in the dishwasher rack to dry.  Guessing the price of something someone bought on sale is a popular family game. I call all my parents’ friends “aunty” or “uncle” and the first time an adult asked me to call them by their first name I actually blushed.  If this sounds familiar to you, you might be Asian. And if you are the child of migrants, like I am, you might be a

A piano, an accordion. A singer, a really fantastic top hat and tailcoat. A glass of Tempranillo, a drunk guy singing along at the bar wearing, I kid you not, a monocle. St Kilda’s Memo Music Hall, the half-eaten bag of tiny teddies I snuck out of my handbag because I didn’t have a chance to go home for dinner. And the infamous songs of Edith Piaf. I took a friend along to see Melbourne singer and cabaret entertainer, Nikki Nouveau, tell the story and sing the world-famous songs of Edith Piaf. The Memo Music Hall in St Kilda is