
THE SLOW BURN OF SOUL SELLING
There may not be a meaning to life, but life has to be lived with meaning, Anna Bradley-Smith writes. Continue reading THE SLOW BURN OF SOUL SELLING
There may not be a meaning to life, but life has to be lived with meaning, Anna Bradley-Smith writes. Continue reading THE SLOW BURN OF SOUL SELLING
Mary Baines quit Instagram cold-turkey. Here’s why. Continue reading WHY I QUIT INSTAGRAM #COLDTURKEY
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. Continue reading WHEN IN DOUBT, WATCH ‘THE SIMPLE LIFE’
It’s confusing, it’s annoying, it’s outdated – ya di ya the list goes on; but it is definitely required. Here’s how to tip in New York City. Continue reading DROP A DOLLAR, NOT THE BALL: HOW TO LEAVE A TIP IN NEW YORK
Bodybuilders are a unique breed somehow able to commit to a grueling diet and exercise regime – are they obsessed, are they mentally unstable, are they just superior in their goal setting? Anna Bradley-Smith reports. Continue reading TANNED, TONED, TAUT: BEHIND THE SCENES AT A BODYBUILDING COMP
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. Continue reading SAYING GOODBYE TO AN ICON; ‘THE VILLAGE VOICE’
The animals may be not be alive and well, but the art form definitely is. Anna Bradley-Smith delves into the weird and growing world of taxidermy. Coco holds out a dead duckling on a tray. Its small, fluffy body stands upright, ready to waddle away; its eyes are open and unblinking. Coco’s eyes are also open, unblinking, fixed on something to his right. Standing with … Continue reading THE UNDYING ART OF TAXIDERMY
We know when one door shuts, another opens; but two Bed-Stuy businesses have gone one up by sharing an entrance and letting the old and new come together. People are sitting under a leafy peach tree, some have wine, some coffee. Hanging shells swing in the breeze as the sun slices across the garden; J Dilla’s voice floats softly outside. You’d be forgiven for ordering … Continue reading A UNION FIT FOR A GODDESS
Two years ago I wrote this, pretty much to the day. Go to India. Do it. When people say India is in your face, they aren’t joking. Wafts of pollution, rubbish, excrement and delicious spice get up your nose. Tooting, shouting, music, calls to prayer and constant chattering permeate your ear drums. The extremes of poverty and wealth, colour, dirt and people spread as far as the eye can … Continue reading A TRIP FOR THE SENSES