![“YO, HARMONIA GARDENS, DON’T CALL IT A COMEBACK”
- D.O. LL [Cool] Y](http://24.media.tumblr.com/885dc6e850fb3a05c0ac6c80d4da6f0b/tumblr_mfz2lyZN1U1qz7au2o1_500.jpg)
“YO, HARMONIA GARDENS, DON’T CALL IT A COMEBACK”
- D.O. LL [Cool] Y
I’m all emosh now.
Welp, now I really want Reggie Watts to be a hurricane weatherman just to see what his hair does.
This map is more practical.
If she were still alive, my mother would HATE it that a storm bearing her name is threatening all my nice friends in the New York area. Please don’t take it personally, and stay safe and dry, guys!
A Population
A Boardwalk
A Jew
A Potted Palm
An Oil Spill
A Child
An Epic
A Chill
A Piano Bar
A Shuttle
A Clothesmaker
Despair
An Idea
A Park
A Tee
A Street
Active Urban Ministry
A Team
A Museum
Title Game of Sorts
A Style
A Re-Election Campaign
A Pile
A Festival
A Subway Station
A House
A Hustler
A Commune
A Dream
A Bush
It
A Pothole
A Boy
TV
The Ecstatic Passion of Indie RockBrooklyn, that most fertile of boroughs.
![While it was happening, I was on a boat off the coast of Quadra Island fishing for salmon with some friends of my mother’s. Our day started around 5:30 AM, and when I flicked on the TV briefly before we went out for the day, they had just started showing the first pictures, and I didn’t know what to think, but couldn’t stay and watch because the boat was waiting. We fished for 6 hours, and I snapped this picture during that time.
When we motored back in at noon, all the flags at the resort were at half-mast, and people were gathered in front of any TV they could find. Flights in and out of the tiny island were cancelled, and in every way that mattered, it was as if the entire world had changed while we had been out there sitting quietly on that [surprisingly calm] ocean.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrd309v4EE1qz7au2o1_500.jpg)
While it was happening, I was on a boat off the coast of Quadra Island fishing for salmon with some friends of my mother’s. Our day started around 5:30 AM, and when I flicked on the TV briefly before we went out for the day, they had just started showing the first pictures, and I didn’t know what to think, but couldn’t stay and watch because the boat was waiting. We fished for 6 hours, and I snapped this picture during that time.
When we motored back in at noon, all the flags at the resort were at half-mast, and people were gathered in front of any TV they could find. Flights in and out of the tiny island were cancelled, and in every way that mattered, it was as if the entire world had changed while we had been out there sitting quietly on that [surprisingly calm] ocean.
Rachel’s photo of the ribbons at St. Paul’s Cathedral reminded me so much of the ticker tape in the trees in this photo I took after the Yankees’ World Series victory parade in November 2000, it’s kind of eerie.
Thinking of you, NYC. xoxox
I just found a super cheap flight from Seattle to NYC…
… A super cheap flight I will still never be able to afford.
$291 may as well be $2,910 or $29,100 at this point.
Fuck my ass of a life in the ass.
street art
In the fall of 1996, when our inaugural issue first hit newsstands (probably a newsstand),BlackBook established its new name by publishing an all-black cover with a white rubber-stamp logo, the alphabet running down its right side. The magazine, obviously, wasn’t brought to life to make anyone money. Rather, it was designed to champion the underdogs of art, fashion, film, music, books, and nightlife. And it was, in its way, an art piece itself, created by a ragtag group—which is why we asked another ragtag group to reinvent the original BlackBook cover as an actual piece of art. Here, Adam Green, Curtis Kulig, David Shrigley, Eve Sussman, and Dustin Yellin reach back into the archives of a magazine that’s always had its gaze aimed squarely at the horizon.
Back to Black: 5 Artists Re-imagine the Cover of Our Debut Issue
The Magician: A Gathering
We’ve just launched YM+1 Personals. It’s real simple: Meet here. Any night. Don’t talk.
Thanks again for my blogger debutante party here, Kruc. (How can I have so many memories of a night I really don’t remember? PS: Not one photo.)
