Culture

It’s pizza Friday and Saoirse won’t be here. The neighbours are coming, so we need to double the batch of dough. Dad says there are four of us and three of them after Mum comes home. But actually not, because Saoirse won’t be here. There are seven pieces of dough. Dad says there will be one piece of dough left. “Such a waste,” he says, as the bin drawer rolls to a close. Suddenly Saoirse walks down the stairs in Mum’s red boots.

The miniseries Mussolini: Son of the Century tracks Il Duce’s early years in the 1920s, uncomfortably reflecting the present-day far beyond Italy.

Tina Stefanou’s exhibition You Can’t See Speed draws on her Greek heritage to present a richly layered symbolic exploration of the urban fringe.

Jeanette Winterson was one of the first British writers to tackle the implications of technology – and she’s still at the cutting edge.

Once a bellwether for new trends in the music industry, Coachella now feels like the last word in establishment thinking.

Hey don’t get mad this is not for you

you’re not rich white

in velvet seats

saucer eyes waiting

 

for overripe tropes of war

to theatre-rise & muzak gush:

Vietnam whorehouses US helicopters

The new Australian musical Bloom is a warm, funny and occasionally sentimental look at very real problems in aged care.