Fig. 19
Glowing from this dim side of Chrystie Street is the gallery: white walls, pink neon, large-format, nonobjective paintings. A friend leads the four of us inside. The gallery is small, […]
Glowing from this dim side of Chrystie Street is the gallery: white walls, pink neon, large-format, nonobjective paintings. A friend leads the four of us inside. The gallery is small, […]
Williamsburg is quiet. Lights are dim, crowds are minimal, I can hear my own bicycle wheels whir in the night air. Yet the intersection of Lorimer and Bedford has a […]
Marta has made a few changes since I visited last–the once cavernous marble foyer has been sectioned off with glass-and-wood panels, defining the restaurant from the lobby of the Martha […]
Music is loud ambient, yet upbeat. Lighting is neither too dim nor too glaring. Around midnight, the bar has a few people, a few tables. The space smells like an […]