An astounding hipsterville (1950s hipster, not 2017 hipster) oasis by the Yarra, ripe for a little lovin’ care, though we’d cry at the thought of anyone inflicting an el blando-luxo reno upon it or, heaven forbid, getting rid of it altogether and installing some mansion of mindless ostentation. The wandering spirits of artists, poets and thespians need a time-honoured place to abide and some new, head of finance’s palace will not cut it. Keep Studley Kew boho we say.