AANY columnist Maria Goshin doesn’t just write about architecture, she writes material for bonafide divas. Check out the details of her latest project… If you were to ask this New Yorker where you should be on Friday, March 23rd, my answer would involve a Campy Cuban Cable TV chanteuse in a live comedy extravaganza called… Read more »
No one would look at my 3 foot 2 inch, 48 pound body and think, “She must be a boxer.” In my mind, however, I am a heavyweight contender fighting a never-ending round of Tamara vs. Accessibility. If you asked me a few years ago what the Americans with Disabilities Act was, my response would… Read more »
Well ladies, I found the answer to meeting men. It involves Milk-Bones, collars, and putting poop into little baggies. No, I am not talking about some weird new fetish, I’m talking about getting a dog. I spent this past weekend with my friend Miranda’s dog Claire, and although Claire couldn’t be less interested in me,… Read more »
AANY: Who are you? What do you do? Where do you come from? Why are you in New York? I dig your look. Clarence: Well, first and foremost, I’m a student at St. Johns University. I’m a Junior. I’m a freelance photographer, freelance videographer and a new designer. I just started to show the pieces… Read more »
“As you all know by now, this is the 51st annual Academy Awards. Two hours of sparkling entertainment spread out over a four-hour show.” ⁓Johnny Carson I love the Oscars. I know, I know. They can be long and annoying (or as Vincent Canby so eloquently said, they hold “the solemnity of the annual Nobel… Read more »
I know. It feels like you’ve been asleep for a long time now, and you keep asking yourself how things ended up this way. Everyone is trying to figure it out, with books and studies popping up faster than toadstools after a rainstorm. The one thing I’m really starting to notice, however, is a threatening… Read more »
Though my family’s been on York Avenue since 1896, my mother’s roots started in East Harlem. She was born on 118th Street and Second Avenue in 1930. Her family left there for the St. Lucy’s parish on 104th Street between First and Second Avenues in the mid-1930s. Above is a photo of mom’s family in… Read more »
I was nurtured in the laps of my elders, praying soldiers I know how to make cracklin’ bread, Brunswick stew and soap from potash I’m an Old Soul. I played LP’s on a turntable with an eight track Motown sounds reverberate where marrow ought to be I’m an Old Soul. I learned the Decalogue from… Read more »
You’ve heard of guilt-free desserts, but how about ones that are socially conscious? AANY contributor Kelly Moore takes Metro-North to Greyston Bakery… I often have guests come to visit me in New York, and that’s when I get to do all of that fun stuff I never have time to do otherwise: go to Ellis… Read more »
When my life got out of control earlier this month (that two-week blur of torpedoed apartment, severed internet, and filthy hair), I took to watching Seinfeld for comfort and respite. My husband and I don’t have cable, so we compensate with streaming Netflix. With the internet (and all streaming options) down for a fortnight though, I… Read more »
