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The current conversation about heritage in Sydney is needed. As the housing affordability debate ramps up, as we decide which parts of the city to bulldoze and develop – the words and language used when talking about heritage may help.
The deep irony here, of course, is that this same backpacker ethos under attack is the very same travelling spirit that has been embraced by swathes of the Australian community for generations.
Sadly, the biggest loser in this whole outsourced approach is the single thing that should be prioritised as paramount – community spirit.
But at the heart of it, what we are witnessing here a worrying trend towards the privatisation and outsourcing of our community’s largest coming together, with local councils and government agencies shirking their responsibilities around that. It’s an approach that stifles and separates an evening we’d normally expect to be riddled with a naturally-flowing ambience, whilst seeking to ‘autopilot’ a community event that rather should be invested in and nurtured.
Sydney is going through a bad patch. Yes, life can sometimes dish out lows on the other side of enraptured highs. But this time it feels deeper than that.
Where the grassroots creative community in this city fights to survive, the Casino has apparently only thrived.
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I was attracted to Paddington because of it reminded me of the beguiling jumble of unplanned streets in London. A city that had been my home for a decade. Only minutes to the city, minutes to the harbour and minutes to the beaches - it’s location is perfect. Most of all though, it is Paddington’s undeniable sensory charm that seduced me.
the more I involved myself in the Sydney morning, the more I began to realise that the sunlight, serotonin and morning sounds have dripped deep into the Sydney psyche.
You don’t have to be a sociologist to see and feel that the lockout laws have smothered something once bristling in Sydney.
