1. Block Island Family Reunion

    Tucked away on Corn Neck Road, the Hill Family made some memories.

    Here are the rest of the pictures.


  2. Nice Night for That

    There are rare moments in the city when I feel transported out of it. I’ll just be sitting in the center of it all, say at the new Shake Shack on a Tuesday night, and suddenly I’ll be so present, the rest of the buzz just goes away, and there I am: happy. These are the times I’ll miss the most.


  3. Florida Sky Over Manhattan Avenue

    Monday night was rather magical. The moon, a nice sunset surprise.


  4. Q: What Do You Crave After Five Months in Africa?

    A: Nachos and beer

    Enroute: AB in NYC traffic

    GM, EF and I been counting down the days—and finally—our dear AB has arrived back on American soil after extensive travel in Africa.

    From JFK, we race to Brooklyn to pound beer and piled-high nachos, before her connecting LGA flight to her parents in Ohio. I keep stopping mid-chew just to hug the skinny, tanned AB who glows like the equator.

    In two weeks, she’ll be back for good. We wait patiently.


  5. Love Thy Neighboors

    When you live(d) in a neighborhood as colorful as Williamsburg, it’s hard to pick just one local who’s personality stands out about the rest. For seven years we’ve seen the same characters on Bedford, and while familiar faces are seen less and less, many of these fine folk, who welcomed me on my first day down the Avenue, are still wandering around.

    1. The John Lennon wannabe who practically lives at Verb, but despite all those baked-goods consumed, is still only 92 pounds

    2. The universally hot lesbian who sometimes works at Verb (hello, straight girls, you know which one I’m talking about)

    3. Mike, the Palestinian health food store owner with the kind eyes and calm voice, who loves to talk to me about motorcycles and Florida, and still asks about my old roommate

    4. My dear friend Klyde Taylor, the Trinidadian who has fixed every air conditioner on the Avenue and never hesitates to let me know when I’m looking a little “fat-tastic”

    5. Steven, former Reel Time Video clerk and my former IT guy, who never changes his hat or sweatshirt

    6. Pee-Wee (you might remember the aging raver, her pink bike and cupcakes)

    7. Seth Green on Meth

    8. The chain-smoking owner of the Mini-Mall, the first Hassid I ever met, Mayer Schwartz

    9. The Miss Havisham-esq lady selling (and wearing) costume jewelry

    10. Subaru Dude (Anthony Delia), the singer in the red Forrester with the Mets license plate — who is, by far, my all-time favorite person in Williamsburg. On the weekends he drives around, windows down, singing oldies at the top of his lungs — just for the hell of it. For years JL and I have tried unsuccessfully to hitch a ride.


  6. Concrete Jungle Where Dreams are Made Of

    The photographer behind Eyemaze captures the magic of Brooklyn in a really special way. It feels like it’s 2003 when I look at these photos — as though I’m fresh off the boat on Bedford Avenue, wearing an FSU baseball cap and Nike Shocks, marveling at all the magic around me.


  7. Sippin’ on Coke and Rum, I’m like “So What? I’m Drunk.”

    Life in New York can be total shit sometimes. But you stick out the frequent hardships for a magic moment like we experienced Saturday night, on the dance floor of a K&M “First Saturdays” party.

    In a sea of twenty-something, Midwestern-born Williamsburgers on the dance floor, an older, overweight, ruddy bearded Hassid danced his heart out to the mishmash of songs the MacBook DJ queued up. The Hassid’s moves were a delightful cross between fencing and Voguing, so full of passion that he commanded everyone’s attention—and quite frankly, our respect. Apparently, with Shabbot over, it was time for him to toss the rules, let his peyos down and boogie to everything from Mary Jane Girls to R. Kelly and (gasp!) Alice DJ.

    Finally a blond with a bowl cut challenged him to a dance-off to “Like a Virgin” and soon the two are battling it out, laughing and hugging. I live for this. Where else do two worlds overlap in a such a beautiful way?

    And a special thanks to the Soul Imperial DJs for playing Genesis’ “Invisible Touch" - quite possibly my favorite song at the age of eight when I snagged the tape from Aunt Liz and play it over, and over and over and over… I might not have heard it since 1989.

  8. When the chill of winter is just outside your window and the landlord has not yet turned your heat on, there’s a cozy little place in Soho worth kicking off your Ugg slippers and sweatpants for: Omen.

    A bowl of udon noodle soup while catching up with friends is just the kind of heart-warming activity that makes a Monday evening special when the sun sets early and the wind is biting.

    Tucked away on Thompson, the place drew a lovely crowd tonight: A table of well-know fashion photogs, a single mom on a date with her son, a couple comfortably in love, and three ladies finally catching up on their new lives.

  9. Parked in the East Village, on a block I can’t recall.

  10. Guess what I learned how to do…!

    Thanks to my 93 percent and his lovely VW, I can now drive you to the hospital in your 5-speed vehicle without stalling, bucking or embarrassing anyone.

    With a little more practice, my next car will not be an automatic.

    Next: Learn how to swim without a nose clip and water wings.