Toilography

Ferry loo up at the Central Coast

A defaced, defective dunny at the Lord Gladstone in Chippendale

A trough (open 24/7!) at a middle-of-nowhere cafe along a winding rural NSW road

We visited Morgo today at Mystic Sands and he was proud to show me the shitter for his man cave that he just finished building himself

This one was a stinker at the São José markets in Recife

A retro restroom at Casa de Cecília, a small grandmother-owned cafe in Recife that’s only open on Sundays

Street trash toilets somewhere in the maze that is Bomba do Hemetério, Recife

Perth peacock potty at this Indian restaurant, Curry Hut

Prison toilet

First class facilities at the Mile Of Boots. Yes, this is an attraction where there is literally a mile worth of boots strung to the fence

Here’s one from the very peaceful, maritime-themed Cafe del Mar on Magnetic Island

I have a night in LA and found this gem at a Hollywood hangout

After more than 11 years, today is my last day in Canada! Yesterday I had brunch with long-term Toilography fan, Audrey, and I very aptly chose L’Avenue not just for its delicious eggs bennies, but for what I knew would be a striking final Canadian loo pic.

The loo at Forgetmenot impressed me with its heavy stickerings and corner greenery. In the end I didn’t have enough energy or warm clothes for an NY all-nighter and booked a hotel, but I was happy to add six more shitters to the gallery. Now off to the Amtrak bound for Montreal.

👌🏻🚽 A colourful can at Clockwork, another lower east side beauty in this morning’s early hours

The Library, another lower east side dive just across the road from the famous Katz’s Deli, with some terrifically tagged tois

The 15 minute queue to The Flower Shop restroom was worth it

A few corkers here at Welcome To The Johnsons. Apparently I came here 9 years ago but I don’t really remember it.

My midnight bus from New York to Montreal just got cancelled, so I’m gonna pull an all-nighter and see how many graffitied cans I can find! Come with me for the adventure! We begin at the wonderful Iggy’s Keltic Lounge in the East Village.

Some quality lavatorial gardening I saw yesterday while driving through rural Vermont