The shop was small, tucked away underneath an apartment building on Sixth Avenue. I ducked my head as I walked down the steps, and a small bell chimed as I stepped out of the frosty wind.
I came to the city to write. I hoped to find a bustling literary community to feed my spirit and offer me some kind of identity in a dizzying mass of humanity.
How do the film's varying portrayals of Black masculinity fuel the idolization of each of the three main characters?
Lady Bird (2017) taught me more about my relationship with my hometown and the people in it in ninety-five minutes than I could figure out in nineteen years.
Pushing through twin doors at the end of the hall, I arrive at an empty theater. What have I come here for? What do I want the theater to do for me–to do to me?
A queer sense of volume filling the ears with silence. Like a child’s hand in his hand. Body quivers and aches. Touch me not.
A look at pandemic's effect on canning, the practice of collecting cans and bottles throughout New York City and returning them to redemption centers for money.
As racist statues topple, what will replace them? The students of Professor Patricia Kim’s Spring 2020 Interdisciplinary Seminar, "Women and Public Art" imagined the next generation of monuments for their final projects.
“How am I supposed to connect to you, or anyone, if I don’t even know who I am!” I shouted as she slammed the door behind me. I left my girlfriend’s apartment in Spanish Harlem that rainy September night feeling strangely liberated.
Sitting on an airplane, suspended somewhere over the gulf of Mexico, I stared numbly at the shapes and shadows flitting over the eight-inch screen in front of me —one I had thoroughly disinfected with a Wet One®. I wondered, was …
Every day, we walk through the streets of New York. We are all caught up with our own lives and do not take the time to really look at what is going on around us.