#mel-b

#mel-b

As the rust expands, it weakens the rock and helps break it apart. It's a very red part of the country, it's got that rusty hue, so you get that color getting whipped up with the strong winds.

Clothing that bears the name of a city near or far has become a closet staple for many consumers in recent years, evolving from impulse purchases to mainstream fashion.

If you haven't watched Jury Duty Presents: Company Retreat yet, do yourself a favour and fire it up this weekend on Amazon Prime. The premise is brilliantly simple: one unsuspecting employee thinks they're on a legit company retreat while everyone around them is an actor orchestrating increasingly absurd situations.

The Cake Picnic is not a competition, or even a showcase, it's cakenomic redistribution on a grand scale. Bake one, then sample until your sugary little heart is content.

Nothing, absolutely nothing, turns people into the most ghoulish versions of themselves like threats, real or perceived, to one's property.

The ridges of eucalyptus bark, the geometries of shell formations, moss-covered trees, Indigenous grasslands and the hidden networks of fungi beneath the soil. These landscapes produce organic yet abstract patterns - natural systems that quietly shape the way we see and design the world around us.

Like, what the fuck are they doing?' Gaelic football jerseys in Australia! County Coogee, as it's become popularly known, hosts one of the largest Irish populations in Australia. In the most recent census, 19.5% of its residents claimed Irish heritage. When McCaul describes going down Coogee Bay Road and all you hear is bloody Irish accents, he's not joking.

Leigh Steinberg has worked for five decades as a sports agent, particularly in the NFL and most notably with franchise quarterbacks. He doesn't need to do celebrity name-dropping; the evidence is all around him. On his shelf is a picture of him with Barack Obama. There's one of him with Julia Roberts on the set of Ocean's Eleven.

As we have seen, defending the right of people to speak, even when we deeply disagree with them, is very, very difficult. Many people perhaps most can't manage it. It can feel like a betrayal of self, a betrayal of values, and certainly a betrayal of one's community or cause. Nor is it sensible to expect it of everyone. But we must demand it of the custodians of our culture. This is the way forward.

Belleville has always been a little bit rowdy, whether it meant to be or not. Long before it was folded into Paris in 1860, it existed as its own working-class wine village perched on a hill, slightly removed from the city both geographically and ideologically. In recent years, as Paris's 10th and 11th arrondissements have slid fully into hipster territory, and even the gritty Barbès neighborhood feels increasingly polished, Belleville has held onto its identity with surprising resolve.

Bruce arrives on a job, checks out the problem ("she is chock-a-block, mate!"), and starts methodically working that problem until he solves it, which inevitably involves firing up "the bloody jet" to blast through blockages with 5,000 psi of water pressure ("Go, you good thing!"). This being Australia, he'll occasionally encounter not just cockroaches but poisonous spiders and snakes. And he's caught so many facefulls of wastewater and sewage while jetting that he really ought to invest in a hazmat suit.

Unrivalled, the next instalment in the Canadian author's Game Changers series, will be released internationally on 29 September, the publisher HarperCollins announced on Tuesday. The wild success of the screen adaptation has driven a level of interest in the books that rivals that of Bridgerton, booksellers have told Guardian Australia, with paperback copies of the first two novels selling out within a day and backorders piling up.

Fiona Twycross, the heritage minister, is to be congratulated for finally giving London's Southbank Centre Grade II listing (Campaigners welcome long overdue' listing of brutalist Southbank Centre, 10 February). I remember being shocked when I first saw it in the 1960s, but it has become a remarkable symbol of the zeitgeist. Its grey concrete and its childlike composition together express the fatalism and despair of a nation in economic and political decline.

It might be only 40 minutes by ferry from Brisbane, but when North Stradbroke Island, or Minjerribah, comes into focus - a soft line of bush, dunes and open water - and you roll off the barge, the city skyline feels like a sci-fi memory. It's no wonder that the locals and in-the-know Brisbanites guard this island with a conspiratorial hush.

"I've had my fair share of beach vacations, but I'm telling you, there's no place like Margaret River," Hardy, the vice president of Friends of the Cape to Cape Track, shares in his tour of his home region. "You don't have access to waves like this anywhere else in the world." While Hardy happens to be a seasoned local, he explains that it's still a wave for everyone, especially at spots like Gnarabup Beach, with plenty of surf schools around to show you the ropes.

Coffee brimming with lemon myrtle cream. Matcha banked with strawberry-lychee foam. Cold brew with choc-orange froth thick enough to stuff a pillow. Every caffeinated drink I've ordered in Sydney recently has the appearance of a generously frosted cake. It's a trend you'll see or sip across Australia, from Toasted Carine's iced latte with maple cold foam in Perth to Le Bajo's chilled oolong tea with raspberry cream in Melbourne.

According to recent data, over 2 million people are typically out and about across the capital between 9pm and midnight, with around 1 million remaining active later into the night, in a testament to the city's enduring after-dark draw. A "rain check" no longer has to mean disappointment, though. Across the capital, nightlife has evolved into something far more flexible than a simple pub-to-club circuit. Dining, entertainment, gaming and culture increasingly blend into evenings that feel intentional rather than improvised.