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
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’
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’
I travelled to the Democratic National Convention in Philadelphia last week, spending the day soaking up the highs and lows of a healthy democracy: smoking weed with Bernie Sanders supporters, walking in a Black Lives Matter march and pissing off a Fox News reporter. But I was left wondering if I’d been a rubbish citizen in my own nation – New Zealand. This story originally appeared on The Spinoff.
I’ve been told it’s a city of dreams, it never sleeps, it’s where you go to make it.
Two nights ago in the subway in Brooklyn a rapper from San Francisco told us it was a city that would kill us inside a bit more each day.