The surf at Bondi happened to be particularly big one day and, as you can see, the waves got very high. But what happened next was unprecedented.
Bondi was still a grim place as recently as 20 years ago, says book publicist Jaki Arthur, who has lived in a 1930s Tamarama apartment, just south of Bondi, for a decade.
What I love about Melbourne is that nothing is predictable or ordinary, especially in the laneways; “The harder it is to find, the groovier it will be,” says one local.
Some of Melbourne’s laneways have become highly successful, transformed from forgotten back streets into prime real estate.
I have never gotten used to Bondi’s swathe of concrete and cars, but there is much to love when you look beyond them.
Bondi Beach is a pioneer in the only culture for which Australia has become well known: surf culture.
Street art is by nature temporary, as Melbourne City Council found to its cost in 2010. A priceless stencil of a parachuting rat by British artist Banksy, whose pieces can sell for six figures, was painted over by council cleaners sent to scrub up Hosier Lane.
Holding its own alongside Hawaii and California as the home of surfing, Bondi in Sydney has seen a host of local legends.
Melbourne’s inner city laneways, narrow brick alleys which were languishing for decades, are now one of the city’s biggest attractions. Some have become highly successful, transformed into prime real estate.
”How Far Can You Wear Your Underpants from the Beach?" asked Australian cinematography John Biggins in a tongue-in-cheek film shot at Bondi Beach, Sydney.
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