When I step out on to the balcony of my Brutalist 1970s low-rise ex-council block, and look north, I see the new parametrically-designed toy town looming along the horizon.

There’s a sudden and unexpected intimacy that comes with being the custodian of someone’s nudity...

The Sydney Park Hotel is a beautiful pub. Sitting above St Peters Train Station overlooking the Illawarra Line, its location and warm, benevolent spirit somehow magically combine to have you holding a cold schooner before you’ve even stepped off the train and past the screens.