It wouldn’t be New York without a Crisis
My first two weeks in New York were spent sleeping on a friend’s couch in Greenpoint, Brooklyn. From there I took my first faltering steps out into the city, frequenting […]
My first two weeks in New York were spent sleeping on a friend’s couch in Greenpoint, Brooklyn. From there I took my first faltering steps out into the city, frequenting […]
Pine trees. Microbrews. Picking berries on the side of the road. Beards. Cult of the farmers’ market. Baby carrots. All-encompassing anxiety over leaving enough tip. Autograt. Portmanteau words. Plungers by […]
As oil and starch heavy as Cuban food can be, it doesn’t take long to adjust to its narrow range of possibilities. The veg options were pretty much omelette, pizza […]
Sitting on the steps of the University of Havana at about 11 o’clock at night, I am receiving a history lesson. My teacher is a masters student preparing to defend […]
Havana swelters. People idle in their doorways or lean into the thin shadows cast by dishevelled balconies. Bicitaxis stagger over the uneven roads, the drivers slick with sweat. Attendants doze […]