Molly Rose Dyson

When we sit down in Molly Dyson’s bedroom-cum-studio, the illustrator and artist is waxing lyrical about her favourite topic- her occasional portrait subject, and constant companion, the dachshund-cross-chihuahua, Chippy. “Her armpits and her bottom lip are my favourite bits about her,” she says, as she nuzzles her freckled nose into the small threadbare patch of

Zoë Croggon

Zoë Croggon’s Footscray home feels like it belongs to a real grown up. When I enter I am a shy six-year-old again, trailing close behind my mother’s ankles, on a visit to an adult family friend’s house. I remember knowing, without being told, that no matter how bored I was, when we entered these child

Fiona Waters

There’s a new kind of cafe-culture bourgeoning out of Melbourne’s inner west. The spindly black-clad hipsters of Melbourne’s north have all but been replaced by a new breed. Baby-bouncing, pedigree-dog coveting, piccolo-latte sippers, the lot of them. All vying for a table at one of the cafes on Seddon’s up-and-coming strip. The words Sour Dough