Occasionally though they hit the mark, as they have on South Dowling St, a thoroughfare to the city from the airport.
It comes across more like an artwork than a stunt – and it’s still there (not my photo):

Irritatingly they blanket this TV exercise with faux-subterfuge (bullshit brushes with the law and Mission Implausible soundtrack) and then bark about The Man lest anyone question their suburban artistic credentials. It’s dreadful and so very Aussie.
Gawd I hate that word.
Just quietly I blame Jamie Durie and his fucking water features for this outbreak of network-funded amateur gardeners.
Everything's a mini-theme park.
Maybe they should look at what someone has done with that steep, so often overlooked block of Burton Street - so close to working girl central - a very comfortable and quite chic little wipe-down courtesy lounge:
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