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Campbell Apartment

I come into the Campbell Apartment late on a Tuesday night. Still before midnight, the space’s seating is mostly full. There are only a few stools at the bar, and one is available. 497 more words

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Mother's Ruin (a chronicle)

Loud noises and permeate the air. A siren from an unmarked car seems unnecessary; it does no good. We have no notion of how late it is, and the bustle around Mother’s Ruin indicates the time is earlier. 394 more words

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The real Sex and The City


I’m sure you’ve all heard; dating in New York is considered challenging at best. It seems common knowledge around the world that the singles in the City work hard, play even harder and are notoriously cut-throat. 421 more words

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Sel Rrose

In front of me is a vibrant mixture of whitewash and the color of a clear blue sky, something like the paint that has faded in the sun in desert climates. 423 more words

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Fig. 19

Glowing from this dim side of Chrystie Street is the gallery: white walls, pink neon, large-format, nonobjective paintings. A friend leads the four of us inside. 448 more words

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Please Don't Tell

It’s very name belies it’s entryway–Please Don’t Tell is accessed first through the Crif Dogs storefront on St. Mark’s Street, and then, through the vintage phone booth. 564 more words

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Dead Rabbit

Dead Rabbit is like a house of alcoholic curiosities. Upon entering, the doorman is sopping up his coffee that had been spilled by someone other than himself. 501 more words

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