Festival season is nigh upon us, and figuring out which one is worth making yourself ill over (c’mon, you know this always happens) can be tricky. Lucky for you, we’re here to share our personal favourites – the ones worth fucking up your Salomons for, at least.

Does your idea of a good night involve staying in, hanging out on the couch and watching Netflix? Eating a little snacky snack and drinking a mug of herbal tea while cosying up with your pet/romantic partner/flatmate/anime body pillow? People like you make me sick. What are you even doing reading this?

When you’re dreaming about the crunch and crack of roast pork belly or the vinegary tang of adobo curry, save this tab, open this link and pick between Melbourne’s best Filipino restaurants. Here are VICE’s picks for Filipino food in Melbourne. 1. Cebu Charcoal Lechon Belly Filipino...

LAND BACK NOW BINCH. Scrawled in red spray paint above the restaurant’s roller door, the slogan, followed by a crudely sketched Palestinian flag, is one of the first things you notice about Shop Bao Ngọc. Then the community fridge catches your eye, emblazoned with “FREE” in big, pink capitals, above another Palestinian flag.

Growing up in Australia, Anzac Day usually means chewy oat biscuits, poppy pins, excursions, trumpets and pretending to fathom what war was like 100 years ago after your teachers tell you to reflect on soldiers’ service and sacrifice during the minute’s silence. But this year, a collective of...

We’ve spotlighting some of the craziest happenings on God’s burning Earth, but some of the most fucked-up VICE stories are the most banal: stories about regular people struggling with debt, exploitative housing and rental situations, and the high cost of pursuing your passions. Money stories often feel too familiar, and they’re enraging – but they’re also sometimes inspiring too, as people find creative strategies to deal with their problems. (Take, for instance, the guy who charges $5 to comment “yikes” under people’s ex’s selfies.)

From Chinatown’s bustling streets to the quiet suburbs of Box Hill, the quest for Melbourne's best dumplings takes us across a city rich in flavours and culinary innovation. Whether you're craving the silkiness of a Chinese xiao long bao or the crunch of a perfectly pan-fried potsticker, Melbourne's dumpling scene is a treasure trove waiting to be explored. Here's where to find the best dumplings that Melbourne has to offer.

Unsurprisingly for a publication called VICE, illegal drugs has been a big part of our coverage over the years. We reported on drugs in a way no one else did – until they started copying us. Governments, politicians, the police and the media can’t always be relied upon to provide accurate information around drug taking and drug issues, and over the last decade, VICE became the go-to place for people to access the facts.

Depending what year you first came across VICE, you may know us for our award-winning frontline warzone reportage, or you may know us from that time we slowly added loads of horrible shit to a jar and got staffers to smell it. Which is to say: we contain multitudes. Here...

A Westfield security guard and Pakistani citizen who was stabbed while confronting the Bondi Junction attacker on Saturday has asked why he wasn’t also offered Australian residency alongside French citizen Damien Guerot aka “bollard man” who similarly intervened in the incident that left six dead. Muhammad Taha...

In this series, we collect submissions from Australian renters about their sticky sharehouse situations and pass them on to tenancy lawyers. Tenancy laws differ in each state and territory and these lawyers are not providing legal advice, rather sharing their general views about whether any renters’ rights might have been violated. Before making any legal decisions, please always contact your own lawyer for advice.

There’s something in the Indigenous experience, and perhaps in the experiences of all marginalised peoples, that makes us naturally, incredibly funny. In a world where our existence is challenged and our tino rangatiratanga is encroached upon, our humour persists. That’s because joy is resistance. In our shared humour we relish in an understanding that doesn’t need to be explained, or toned down, or diluted.

The fact the dating scene is now referred to as “the trenches” by many speaks volumes. Dating apps give fanciful freedoms, yes, but they’ve also turned courtship into an Olympic sport of fuckery. The paradox of choice is overwhelmingly unhealthy. There’s also the zoomer and millennial divide...