Traveling the World with Allison Somers
The sound of the breaks against the rubber tires of my bike feels so good. Alas! It’s the first beautiful...
The sound of the breaks against the rubber tires of my bike feels so good. Alas! It’s the first beautiful...
It is any Friday night in Bushwick. The setting is simple. There are paintings hanging on the walls and about...
I have always felt this mixture of sorrow and fascination with the birds captured in large halls after they accidentally...
Ari has been rummaging through the insides of his old-fashioned blue Garelli moped for quite a while now, only to...
The walk through industrial Bushwick seems neverending until I finally reach 513 Johnson Avenue, to meet Ryan Ford…and himself. That’s...
This is a story about a girl who lives on the highest floor of a building that used to be...
They say you shouldn’t read tarot for yourself. It gets confusing and your own hopes and desires get in the...
We’re hanging out in Little Skips. Subconsciously, my teeth are unrolling the edge of the plastic cup, while my eyes...
One-eyed big fuzzy Matt has been proudly holding the title of showroom cat for some time now. And as a...
I feel the look of a large yellow red head from a drawing of James Marshall on my shoulders and...
“Wait… I’ll show you…. this photo….”, Rafael Fuchs is going through a slightly disorganized pile of framed photographs leaning on...
I hadn’t seen Uncle Punk since the wake of a distant relative ten years before
It’s a mid-July afternoon at Bushwick’s Myrtle Avenue. The above-the-ground J and M trains are racing each other in production...
It was at least 200 degrees outside and a real estate broker just took me and my roommate to be...
Take a sip of a strong aromatic drink, recipe of which is one of the many secrets of Jackie Summers
depending on how open is your consciousness to the receipt of broadcasting of the outer space civilizations when walking down...