Anna Bradley-Smith Close your eyes… There’s ones, fives, twenties and even some hundred dollar bills scattered on the stage around you, and the pile keeps growing. The group at the bar are pulling wads out of cash out of their pockets and throwing it at you while you dance. They’re throwing to the bartenders too, they’re hardly wearing more than you are and they’re twerking. … Continue reading NEW YORK’S STRIPPER STRIKE: THE FRONTLINE OF THE STRIP CLUB CIVIL WAR
Frank Carson I’m walking up the steps of Opening Ceremony on Howard Street in Soho New York. In front of me is a man in immaculately cropped pants, a jaunty beanie and a small world map cast in gold hangs on a chain round his neck. It’s 10:55 and the street is quiet. He enters the store and turns the snib behind him. I hesitate … Continue reading THE WHITE WHALE OF SPORTSWEAR: A HUNT FOR RALPH LAUREN’S 1993 SNOW BEACH
In Pickens County, Alabama more than 30 babies die with every 1000 born, the national rate is 5.9. Pickens County’s African American population is 41.6 per cent, Alabama states is 28 per cent. Statewide the infant mortality rate rose to 9.1 deaths per 1000 in 2016, the highest it’s been since 2008. The rate is twice as high for black babies than white. In a … Continue reading ALABAMA’S SPECIAL SENATE ELECTION: HOW? WHY? HELP?
There may not be a meaning to life, but life has to be lived with meaning – especially during this current shit show. The alternative is headlessly floating around adding to the impending explosion Anna Bradley-Smith writes. Every day I think about the ways I could be a better person. I pick up the free-range organic eggs, and then eat takeout egg fried rice. I … Continue reading THE SLOW BURN OF SOUL SELLING
Anna Bradley-Smith Sometimes in life things happen that you can’t explain like deja vu, covfefe and how you have one chip and the whole bag’s gone. Or how, in a moment of extreme self-doubt, I tracked down season one of the Simple Life. I was a first-time viewer having skipped the series in its heyday of the early aughties; my 12-year-old self either uninterested or … Continue reading WHEN IN DOUBT, WATCH ‘THE SIMPLE LIFE’
Many of us want the perfect version of ourselves, or at least something on the way to it. Be it be a tiny waist and ballooning butt cheeks, abs, tinsy arms or tight calves; we cut out bread, we cut out pasta ,we cut out cheese, chocolate and beer. WE GOD DAMN RUIN OUR LIVES FOR IT. Despite the gym memberships and kickboxing classes, perfection … Continue reading TANNED, TONED, TAUT: BEHIND THE SCENES AT A BODYBUILDING COMP
Sally Hedberg When news broke the Village Voice would cease its print publication New Yorkers went into mourning. The alt-weekly had become a part of so many’s New York identities, including Sally Hedberg who put pen to paper for old times sake. I daydreamed about moving to New York City and writing for Village Voice throughout high school, soul-saving daydreams for a teenage girl navigating those … Continue reading SAYING GOODBYE TO AN ICON; ‘THE VILLAGE VOICE’