“I know that book collections become a pantomime of erudition, or a flex, as I often think when walking past the lit windows of tony brownstones in Brooklyn and catch sight of a large built-in bookcase. And yet when I have ever passed one without the tug of desire?”
If I have to contort myself to get into a booth or knock a vase of flowers off a too-close table with my ass, my wallet and I are heading elsewhere.
A wild night at weed church is, like, the calmest possible night anywhere else in the world.
In this personal essay, Mindy Greenstein looks back on the gambling that was a big part of life with her Holocaust refugee parents.
Underneath this rapper’s diet of weed and codeine cough syrup is a teenage boy living out his celebrity fantasy, a boy who is trapped in the space between his public persona and his eighteen-year-old self.
At Choke Hole—with its flesh overflow and swollen muscles, its ocean creatures and bodybuilder acrobats, its penguins and cockroaches, its green goblins and Silly String snot—the rest of the world’s body binaries, gender-presentation standards, and requirements for glamour go out the window.
On two road trips wandering the backroads of the South — taken 20 years apart — Pete Candler discovers many truths about his family and the place he comes from.
Pulp Fiction and Garden State created a successful model for soundtracks, but movie directors are now moving away from the curated mixtape formula, and having musicians create idiosyncratic scores to set their films and soundtracks apart.
Since Freddie Gray’s death, Baltimore — which once inspired The Wire but in recent years seemed to be experiencing an urban revival — has seen a sharp increase in violent crime amidst “a failure of order and governance the likes of which few American cities have seen in years.”
“If you’re a character in a current police procedural or prime-time thriller, there are few more frightening, heart-stopping words than when a polite, clean-shaven man asks in a vaguely European accent, ‘Do you like Bach?'”