Molly Codyre

3 weeks ago | foodism.co.uk | Molly Codyre

The wind groans through the steel precipice below me, tinkling the metal hook that’s the deceptively flimsy barrier between me and sudden death. Well, that’s what my brain is telling me anyway. Another gust blows through and I crouch to the floor, trying to breathe through the fear. I’m standing 134 metres above the ocean below, at the summit of the Sydney Harbour Bridge. Once the panic (and wind) subsides, I manage to summon the courage to peek out at the view. It’s a doozy.

4 weeks ago | foodism.co.uk | Molly Codyre

Few chefs are as globally synonymous with food as Gordon Ramsay, so it seems only fitting that he is taking on the herculean task of opening a collection of new eateries and bars set to be the tallest in Europe. Who better to attempt to defy the theory that the higher you go, the worse the food gets, than the Next Level Chef himself? February saw the opening of a host of new restaurants from Ramsay at the top of 22 Bishopsgate, the second-tallest building in London.

1 month ago | foodism.co.uk | Molly Codyre

As of September, 1,409 restaurants had shut their doors in the UK in 2024. Many more announcements came in the last few months of the year. On New Year’s Eve, Hill and Szrok – the much-loved Broadway Market butcher – announced they’d be closing their subterranean restaurant after 11 years, citing the challenges of staffing. As 2025 began, we heard of the sad closure of Peckham’s Cafe Britaly after eight months, and the surprising shuttering of Locanda Locatelli after 23 years.

1 month ago | vogue.com | Molly Codyre

The Uber I’ve spent $75 AUD on speeds across the Sydney Harbour Bridge as I try to keep my eyes open, fighting the jet lag that has had me awake since 4 a.m. My destination is L’eto Bridal, an independent wedding designer based in Newport, a 45-minute drive north of my hotel in Sydney’s Surry Hills.

1 month ago | escapismmagazine.com | Molly Codyre

I turn around from the earrings I’m ogling, to find that the medina has swallowed my parents whole. They were, I swear, just there. Right by the beautiful, ochre-hued rug, buying a pair of woven pillowcases. Now, they’re nowhere to be seen. I lurch back from the middle of the lane I’m standing in as a moped whizzes past, trying not to panic.