BY Sonia Edwards
on Aug 15, 2014
Is it just me, or has this been the loooonnngest week ever? And the news has certainly not given us much to lift our spirits, what with the tragic turn of events in Ferguson, the loss of some incredible talent, the horrible violence in Israel and Palestine—ugh. I need a hug. If you do, too, (and you're in NYC) head on over to Union Square this Tuesday and get one for free!
No, I don’t mean from those randos outside Forever 21 who write ... Read More
Of all the free outdoor music events in NYC happening this summer, one of the best is the Americanafest NYC, celebrating American roots music, happening now at the beautiful Damrosch Park located at Lincoln Center. Wednesday night, the Godmother of Americana and alt country, Emmylou Harris and her long time musical collaborator of 40 years, Rodney Crowell, kicked off this awesome festival. They played a variety of material from country music standards, Gram ... Read More
BY Hannah Baxter
on Jul 22, 2014
Two weeks ago, La Guardia airport's terminal D was the equivalent of Apocalypse Now, with D standing for Doom, Delays and Deficient A/C. I was trying to fly back to my hometown for a mini-vacation to no avail, with Tropical Storm Arthur being all sassy-like, moving up the East Coast like he owned it and canceling flight after flight. My number of failed standby attempts was matched only by the number of overpriced dirty martinis I drank in the terminal bar ... Read More
BY Emma Tilden
on Jul 01, 2014
On Sunday afternoon, I went to New York’s Pride Parade to join in the celebration. I’d never been before, and when I stepped off of the train at 42nd street I was immediately overwhelmed by the sheer joy contained in that enormous, rainbow-clad crowd of the LGBTQIAA (Lesbian, Gay, Trans, Queer/Questioning, Intersex, Asexual, and Ally) community.
The music was loud and the crowd let loose a huge roar as they recognized each ... Read More
BY Amy Carlberg
on Jun 07, 2014
I exit the elevator at the penthouse level. As I enter the apartment, the host of the party bounds down the stairs, shouting my friend's name. Him: aviators, open white linen shirt. My friend: modest blue shorts and a brown sweater, gorgeous, thin, well-connected. Me: high-waisted flower-print skirt I've had for 12 years, see-through mesh top, and an awkward grin. And the penthouse: Xanadu, if Xanadu were in the West Village. I feel I should have dressed more ... Read More