Metro NZ

Metro NZ

March - April 2020

Metro is the authority on Auckland. Whether it’s where to find the best yum cha, or a must-read profile of a developer changing the cityscape, Metro’s team of writers exhaustively research any subject they tackle. The magazine has an unmatched journalistic pedigree and an honour roll of awards for stories about everything from real estate to sport. Like Auckland, Metro is bold; it is feisty, independent, and irreverent.

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4 min
dear metro

Got issues with work, love, sex, family, friendships, money or the crushing existential angst of modern life? Each week on metromag.co.nz, our Metro advice columnist answers a reader’s query and solves all their problems. Dear Metro, My downstairs neighbour smokes incessantly and the smoke wafts into my apartment, upsetting me. So far I’ve tried such passive aggressive tactics as sighing loudly, saying “omg, smoking again” while on my balcony, “watering” my plants, ie pouring water on my deck in the hope it trickles down below and gets him, and stomping about loudly in a bid to ruin his life. It hasn’t worked. What else could I do? From, Smoking, Not Our Future Dear Smoking, This is a tricky one because I both hate the smell of ciggies and detest being told what to do in…

5 min
looks & gazes

It’s a hard road finding the perfect leather jacket, especially secondhand. I could go and get one from Stolen Girlfriends Club that would be amazing and really well fitted but I still do like the thrill of trying to find something from an op shop. I’m always on the lookout for the perfect leather jacket and I thought this one (main photo) was a bit of a find. It’s a little weird and everyone was saying to me “it’s too small and too boxy”, but I like it. My boyfriend Sid has a lot of leather jackets because of his motorcycle obsession and I borrow some of his, which just makes me look like the Michelin Man. I got my one from The Cross Street Market. Buying vintage has always been…

7 min
the floating suburb

On a hot Friday afternoon, the queue for the boat to Waiheke stretches back to the Ferry Building. There is one line for tourists and another for locals. They are worlds apart. The backpack-toting tourists are happy, sun-kissed and laughing; the locals — about 10 of them — look glum and bad tempered, as if they have just received bad news from the doctor. Some get aggressive when their barrier isn’t lifted before the tourists’. Waihetians, as they sometimes call themselves, love living on the island (or having a holiday home there) but they sure don’t seem to want to share it. I’m travelling with Joe Billings, a veteran anti-Springbok tour activist. In 2010, he invited me to Waiheke to help lead a revolt against Rodney Hide and his bloody-minded plan…

10 min
north of the border

The flatbed just clipped us. A peck on the nose. Not enough to spin us or flip us, but enough to send our tuk-tuk driver into a fury. He pulled up to the truck at the next traffic lights, slapped the driver’s door, and started screaming in Urdu. The driver just smirked. Of course the driving in South Asia is everything you expect — frenzied — except maybe a little worse. Vehicles straddle multiple lanes for no obvious reason. Stop signs and red lights generally serve only a decorative function, and many drivers treat their horns as crude echo-location systems. Once, our car was pulled over and our driver fined for doing 89km/h in a 50km/h zone. Our man laughed, back-slapped the policeman, paid the fine in cash, and accelerated away…

3 min
room service

The first thing Joel Bray would like you to know about his deeply intimate play about the alienating experience of racism in Australia is that it’s actually “a bit of a romp”. The overarching themes — heartbreak, racism, and lack of belonging — belie the lightness of Biladurang, a hit in last year’s Sydney Festival, which will be performed to groups of about 20 people at a time over two weeks during the Auckland Arts Festival. Bray, a light-skinned Aboriginal man who grew up queer in a Pentecostal Christian community, will perform the play for the 100th time while in Auckland. He’s yet to even remotely tire of it, saying he loves working with such small audiences: he can see the way people quirk their brows or purse their lips or smile,…

1 min
on the town