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ravel:
in the hood
I
love Sydney’s Surry Hills.
Love it in a never-want-
to-leave way. I’ve lived in
some pretty cool places
on both sides of the world, but
I’ve never felt connected to a
neighbourhood in the way I do
with the inner-urban scramble
of postcode 2010. I was puffed-
up with pride just recently when
an American style magazine
placed Surry Hills at number
23 on its list of the ‘50 Most
Stylish Neighbourhoods in the
World’. Not only were ‘the hills’
the only Australian suburb
included, they were ahead of
some tough competition, like
London’s uber-hip Dalston.
Let’s be honest, Surry Hills is
no beauty. She has some green
bits, some grand old bits and
plenty of crazily expensive bits,
but somehow she’s far lovelier
than the sum of her parts. Even
I, with the rose-tinted view
of the smitten, can’t pretend
Cleveland St is anything other
Neale
Whitaker
BElle
magazine’s editor-IN-CHIEF
and judge on
the block
takes us
on a tour of his local area
My Surry Hills
I fit. Or maybe Surry Hills fits me”
“For once in my life I feel like a local.