End of summer, end of the line
The summer had proceeded in fits of frantic museum-going, a wave of free concerts, an amnesia of happy hours and frequent, aleatoric pairings of books with parks. It had been […]
The summer had proceeded in fits of frantic museum-going, a wave of free concerts, an amnesia of happy hours and frequent, aleatoric pairings of books with parks. It had been […]
My first visit to Bed-Stuy was to see Mos Def aka. Yasiin Bey aka. Mos Def play a free show with the Brooklyn Philharmonic. I was going to see the […]
The approach to the Cloisters is lovely; the fluster and seethe of the city feel very far away. Squirrels gambol and sparrows fossick in Fort Tryon Park. Far below the […]
When I moved to Cripplebush in September 2011, it felt like an outpost on the savage frontiers of hipster Brooklyn. Beyond Cripplebush, the L train plunged into a wilderness of […]
In place of a drummer, Sleigh Bells are playing in front of a wall of speakers and a relentless backing track. Alexis Krauss is cavorting about like a demented, fishnetted […]