Tough times for fashion.
The Maryland Market is among the best in the neighborhood, if only for the beverage case: Cristal Negra soda, Inca Cola, and once I swear I saw Kolachampan, that Salvadoran elixir. Across the street, one can buy VHS copies of some of Stallone’s lesser films; t-shirts, cellphone chargers, Viccodin. So go back to the Maryland, stand in admiration of its southern wall: a warm-paletted Mondrian across the Cola signage, Maryland all free and easy, Market steady and controlled. As for the other three corners? Read on.
Another day of rain, and the situation at Noah’s Bodega intensifies.
If it’s happening, it’s happening in Lower Haight.
Off on a Nor’easterly fact-finding mission. Book fairs, pigeon surveillance, the what-not of NYC and environs. Do tell where one can find a burrito in Brooklyn (no, don’t).
Suggestions?
THINGS GIRLS LIKE (supposedly).
But seriously, she’s getting very good, and I hope that early success doesn’t screw her up. Who else gets to be 12 and have regular showings?
The subtle art of misdirection as performed by a refrigerator.
The Ministry of Convenience, despite the seeming banality of its Overlord Emoticon, is a fearful place populated by the sugar-coated and seldom-washed.
However, Fudgesicles.