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If you happen to leave early from a show at the Philharmonic, be prepared to be asked for your ticket. No, not by an usher, but by a young would-be concert goer who’ll either take your seat or talk trash behind your back.
You’re probably familiar with “Fugget about it,” “Assa matta pa you,” or the timeless “Fuck Off.” But we felt it was time to update New York’s jargon, and have compiled a list for the contemporary dweller.
There are a variety of reasons why our beloved New York/New Jersey sports teams lose: lack of ability, poor management, or long-standing hexes or curses. The lowdown on which teams are under the watchful gaze of a cloven-hooved beast.
New York’s new daily paper The New York Sun was launched two weeks ago with great expectations, brio, and fanfare. So far we’ve seen a lot of wire stories, copy errors, and sloppy writing.
New York is a filthy place, through and through. So how have we convinced ourselves that it’s such a beautiful city? A game to sort through the trash and find a better life.
Your apartment’s never smaller than when guests arrive. New Yorkers find solutions (couches, floors, friendly neighbors) but until we all snag that classic six, our entertaining’s best left to public spaces.
It’s a cold, menacing world out there, and it doesn’t care whether or not you’ve brushed your teeth this morning. But you care and you’re broke. So what’s going to come between you and your hygiene needs? The law?
Chicago versus New York: sure, we know whose pizza is better, but what about their city-wide book reading programs? A stern lecture about our relative civic hopes, fears, and lazy habits.
You’d be surprised at what you’ll see people do in New York. Or maybe you wouldn’t. But maybe you should. A guide to everyone who lives in New York, whether there for an hour or for a lifetime.
This past summer Oof visited New York City from Osaka. Having never been here before, she spent her days exploring, camera in hand, recording a personal log of New York City with an eye to the everyday (but hardly ordinary) people and things that surround us.
There is a palpable sadness in Brooklyn today, seen in how people walk, then stop, as if they’ve just forgotten something, how they gather on street corners to talk, in those who cry on the sidewalk and the faces of the old people in the neighborhood who look up when the roar of jet planes starts again.
Summer is tourist season in New York City and maybe you’re one of them, on a visit to the city, unsure of where to go. Maybe you have recommendations from friends, maybe relatives have ideas for where to go; don’t trust them. Trust us.