01/06/2025
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🌈✨ Welcome to Nimbin: Where the Freak Flags Fly and the Streets Talk Back ✨🌈
They say you can’t bottle a rainbow — but Nimbin’s done it. In tea bags, h**p hats, and protest posters that haven’t stopped yelling since ’73. This town is the vibe. A kaleidoscope of colour, community, and cosmic sass. A place where art oozes from the walls, where shop signs talk back, and where Elmo can be found pole-dancing on a unicycle if you squint hard enough (or not at all — see photo 7).
🌀 Here, even the chemist sits under a hand-painted dragon.
🧚🏽♀️ There are unicorns selling bath soaks.
🧢 And hats? Hats have feelings here.
🌿 The apothecary has elixirs and wisdom in equal measure.
🧜🏽♂️ Whales emerge from mural walls to whisper tales of resistance.
This isn’t just a main street — it’s a living art gallery. A defiant, loving, rainbow-soaked NO THANKS to beige suburbia. And that’s exactly why some people can’t stand it. Why they’d rather steamroll it into a developer’s wet dream. Gated. Sanitised. Gentrifried.
But Nimbin isn’t for sale. And it damn well isn’t going quietly.
📸 Inspired by Tony Batchelor’s stunning captures of town life and colour, we’re sharing our own little love letter — in images and absurdity — to this living, breathing, dancing contradiction of a town.
So here’s to the lobster loafers, the mad hatters, the soap that tells you to CALM THE F*CK DOWN, the bamboo un**es, and the eternal mystery of how every shop smells faintly of patchouli and revolution.
✨ Long live the unicorns. Long live the murals. Long live Nimbin. ✨
(And if Big Rob ever tries to bulldoze it, we’re chaining ourselves to Elmo.)
