Melbourne loves an installation. We’ve got the soaring Arts Centre spire, laneways filled with street art, and that hotel on Eastlink that’s just big enough to make you do a double-take. Fitzroy had a skull-faced banana, and Beach Road cyclists are watched over by a lifesize horse. And who among us hasn’t gazed wistfully from a taxi at the Cheesestick, glad to be home? We have decorated our city with jewels.
And then we have Federation Square.