is waiting for your dog to hurry up and pee already before the nice man combing through your neighbor’s recycling gets to yours.
New York–you’re supposed to flee it in the summer, that cesspool, that great unwashed. But come evenings, I don’t know why you would. New York on a summer’s Eve is a dream world, soft and tucking magic round its corners. Tonight, we went to the new Whitney, a place designed impossibly cool, in the blingiest […]
When I stepped outside yesterday morning, the air was heavy and warm, like a washcloth recently wrung. I hesitated on my stoop. I was, firmly, in Brooklyn, brownstoned and magnolia’ed, rust-painted steps beneath my feet, and across the street sprawled Lafayette Avenue Presbytarian, that giant ochre pile. In Brooklyn and then, without straining, I caught a whiff of […]