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“I said to them, ‘If you can organise 20 or 30 people to walk to Cabra, climb up a building that a grown man wouldn’t get up, nick pallets, drag them back to the city centre … I want that skill,” says Declan Keenan.
There are dozens of tattoo studios around Dublin now, but it wasn’t always thus. Here’s the story of the man who had the industry to himself back in the mid-twentieth century.
There are dozens of tattoo studios around Dublin these days, but it wasn’t always thus. Here’s the story of the man who had the industry to himself back in the mid-twentieth century: Johnny Eagle.
Matthew Johnston’s YIMBYism (Yes-In-My-Back-Yardism) is pro-development, pro-density, But the former Facebook worker is still thinking through the details – and the limits – of these stances.
The government promised €5 million a year for three years to address the area’s troubles, based on the Mulvey report’s recommendations. Community groups say this doesn’t go far enough.
Anne Maree Barry’s film is part documentary, part fiction and draws on the history of the north inner-city neighbourhood.
When the sun comes out, it sometimes seems like half of Dublin is sitting along canals and in parks with a drink. Is it time to revisit the bylaws against drinking in public?
Councillors voted on using drones to tackle illegal dumping, where to put the sports pitch in St Teresa’s Gardens, homes for Travellers, and art studios.
When Kieran Mulvey gave an outline of his proposals for the north-east inner city recently, one suggestion was some rebranding for the area. But some wonder if that’s a good use of money.
“If you eat lunch in here you don’t need to have any dinner,” says owner Hamo Muhadzic.
Documenting life of the north inner city docklands in text and photographs, this is a fine historical document, with a few nice literary touches, writes Karl Parkinson.