Doctor Popular (aka Doc Pop) is a modern day renaissance man. He’s a photographer, a musician, a writer, an artist, a designer, a seamster, a prankster, and at one point, the 3rd best yo-yoer in the world. Yes really, he yo-yoed for a living. The crazy thing is that Doc
People move to New York for a lot of reasons. Work, curiosity, boredom, a burning desire to be the best damn subway mime in the fucking country… all sorts of things call out to people. For me, one of the things that drew me here was that I generally feel
I sat down with Mistress Echo, a pro domme, and friend, to talk about sex, shame, power, and get down to the brass tacks and nipple clamps of her business.
Another piece of old school SF is shutting its doors. The owners of the Lefty O’Doul’s name, known for its meat carving, beer pouring, and baseball watching are officially vacating the iconic Union Square location, their last day is February 3rd. The Chronicle’s J.K. Dineen reported that the building’s owner will not offer the
I know 2016 just died, but I still feel like bitching about shit dying. So hey, why not kick that horse corpse one last time! We are facing a huge bummer here in Brooklyn; forced to mourn an establishment that was both a cultural and historical tribute to death. No
In every “I quit!” fantasy, there’s the part where you unleash a string of expletives at your boss, at your co-workers, and even at the intern who can never get your coffee order right (Laura). But what if you could be as profane and as in-the-face of everyone as you
Mr. Barry Jenkins, One day, several years ago, I found myself on Twitter following a discussion about Indy Black film and the title that popped up a couple times and mentioned by the more hip of the Twitter tastemakers, Medicine for Melancholy. I love that title. I was interested and