Coming from Melbourne, there is something different about Sydney and its people. Something glitzy, sometimes innane, and depending on which random conversations you happen to overhear, hilariously superficial. Not that Melbourne is necessarily different – it’s more than when travelling I am in different spaces and find myself near people with whom I probably would not ordinarily mix.
For example, I overheard one twentysomething guy proclaim to his friends ‘I’m like rebelling against facebook.’ What a legend. And this corporate breathing bollocks. Do I look daft enough to pay some hippy lots of money to teach my staff how to breathe?
At least one hardened individual in Darlinghurst has a view of the world more in tune with my own.