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Can The EVE’s ‘Art House’ Spark A New Cultural Moment In Sydney?

21 June, 2026

Words by:

Sarah Palmieri

At The EVE Sydney, a new art program asks whether a hotel can become a place where culture gathers, not simply somewhere people sleep.

Have you ever had a martini at the Hotel Chelsea? The Manhattan landmark where Patti Smith and Leonard Cohen wrote many of their best, passing through with the likes of Mark Twain and Bob Dylan. I’m not trying to name-drop. I’m trying to key into the residue that a great artist can leave on a few walls and some flashy carpet, the kind of vibrancy that lives on through stories of who has been there before.

Think of Claridge’s in London, where the bar has hosted enough creative ghosts that simply sitting in one of its booths feels like you could be moments away from a Pulitzer. Or Chateau Marmont, that transcended the idea of a typical hotel around the time Jim Morrison dangled from the balcony. The idea that I might get a little Dylan residue on my glass, perhaps catch the right inspiration to write my own Girl from the North Country equivalent, is what brought me to the Chelsea in the first place.

That same hunger is what led me to The EVE in Surry Hills, and specifically to Art House, their new program built around commissioning Australian artists and giving people a reason to come to the hotel beyond just sleeping in it. The inaugural artist is Louise Olsen, and the program has been created alongside creative consultancy and cultural platform Arts Matter, whose style and fashion editor Lynn Mathathu may just be one of the most gorgeously dressed human beings I’ve seen walking the Australian foreshore in a long while…

Back to what I was saying.

In this day and age, that Hotel Lore I mentioned in London and New York is difficult to replicate. What we more commonly see is the Scandi Pinterest board copy, or the Luca Guadagnino Call Me By Your Name dreamscape, painted through identical sets of linen pretending to be unique. I blame this largely on social media. Perhaps we have momentarily lost our touch for going somewhere in the hope of finding a brilliant story or interaction, rather than simply locating the same frame we have already seen on TikTok.

I will be frank: the hotel sits within a precinct that someone like me, who adores the lived-in smut and glamour of somewhere like the Chateau Marmont, is naturally suspicious of. Throw in the nearby Coles and a few cafes that could, at first glance, be Canva-manufactured, and it takes some convincing to believe there might be a little magic hiding underneath. And yet I couldn’t deny the whispers I’d heard about the glory of The EVE, so last week, during the Sydney Film Festival, I stayed.

Sitting on the edge of Surry Hills and Redfern, The EVE has been created as a reflection of the neighbourhoods around it, with architecture by SJB and interiors shaped alongside creatives, including George Livissianis. The building leans into curves, natural materials, greenery and Australian design, pulling the outside world in rather than creating a sealed-off luxury fantasy. There are large arches, terrazzo, stone, timber, soft upholstery and a kind of sincerity that makes the hotel feel less like a trend and more like somewhere that is going to age well. Even the rooftop garden, designed by Daniel Baffsky of 360 Degrees, is a little wild, a little romantic, and the kind of thing that sounds like marketing copy until you’re actually standing in it.

The hotel prides itself on bringing Australian artists to the forefront, and nowhere is that clearer than in the choice of Louise Olsen as Art House’s inaugural artist. The Bronte local, who is also the creative director of Dinosaur Designs, the handmade resin and metallic tableware studio I first encountered while sipping sparkling water at Ben Shewry’s Attica in Ripponlea, fits seamlessly into The EVE. Her work has always lived between art and the everyday, taking objects we interact with constantly and turning them into something worthy of inspection.

Her relationship with the hotel actually began before Art House, with permanent pieces already woven throughout the building. Her Barrisol ceiling artwork Still Life at Bar Julius is a glowing, textured landscape floating above the room, whilst her hand-knotted Tibetan wool and silk work Dream Garden sits elsewhere in the hotel doing something quieter but just as considered. For the program, Olsen extended that collection with eight new works created specifically for it, continuing her fascination with the natural world. “With these new works being installed at The EVE, I’m exploring the relationship between nature, landscape and atmosphere, and the vibrations that happen where they touch,” she says. “There’s a sense of the elements being simultaneously empty and full, where the space around the forms pulse and become just as important as the marks themselves.”

And it is not just Olsen’s work that is there to experience. Tarryn Gill’s The Moon sits in the grand lobby, a sculptural gold piece covered in sparkling textures. There is Flemish master Cornelis de Neve’s 17th-century portrait of a man. There are pieces by Australian designers and makers layered throughout the space. I almost don’t want to keep listing them because each deserves equal attention.

Make a trip for a piece of art and their infamous burger one day, and a stay beneath their vintage Jean-Paul Goude Grace Jones Nightclubbing poster another. In Australia, we often have to be nudged into realising the glory that has been carefully placed right in front of our eyes. Frankly, that is exactly what I’m trying to do here. Art House feels like a genuine attempt at giving The EVE a reason to matter beyond the room rate, and whether that kind of thing takes hold usually has very little to do with intention and everything to do with who walks through the door next.

The EVE is just beginning. In time, who knows, maybe Surry Hills will have its own piece of hotel lore on its hands. I’m no Joan Didion yet, but I did write a couple of pieces in there. Perhaps I’ll be the first.