Getting Federation Square for Christmas is probably only marginally more disappointing than getting a pair of socks.
The Christmas tree in Swanston Street, with a couple of dead white blokes keeping watch just in front. If Melbourne loves anything (and it doesn’t), it’s statues of deceased chaps. While Steve Bracks didn’t stay in charge long enough to get a statue, the executive of the Victorian Liberal Party machine can be seen on the corner of Bourke and Swanston Streets. Ouch, political.
Balloons in Federation Square. I’d suggest the balloons are trying to tell us something about the state of modern life, but fuck it.