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Hello, gorgeous BAS readers!  This week we bring you a new feature- City Shutterscape.  Our new photo contributor, Fabian Echevarria, points and clicks his away around town and shares what he sees.  If you think you might know something we need to capture, drop us a line and we’ll dispatch

Like many New Yorkers, I came to the city with whimsy in my heart and little to my name. Echoing the sentiments of the somewhat psychedelic title sequence for children’s show Reading Rainbow, I said to myself, I can go anywhere. I can be anything. I floated through the wind

By Martin Shen For the first time in my life I feel old. Not like forty-old. My joints don’t hurt just yet. And, I’m definitely not thinking about my 401k. I still feel reasonably irresponsible and reckless enough, but there’s something about no longer being in your early twenties that

You can only pretend to enjoy boutique shopping on Atlantic Avenue (or Franklin Street or Bedford Avenue or god forbid somewhere that’s actually in Manhattan) for so long. When you’re with friends who drop $200 on a pair of “vintage” shoes (don’t they know how fast soles – not to

Pig & Pie  Last week I wrote up La Palma as being a paragon of a Mission District 24th Street that is fast being drowned out by higher-end cafes and eateries that cater not to the longtime residents, but to the recent influx of wealthy tech boomers.  This week, I

If you’re like me, the snooze button on your alarm clock is not optional, it’s necessary.  Only a minor detail of my unhealthy sleep patterns includes my 49 minute snooze cycle each morning, which inevitably leaves me with unbrushed hair and half-brushed teeth as I stumble out the door just

Doc Holliday’s gives me the impression that some rich schmuck got bored and decided to helicopter in a small Midwestern bar into Manhattan’s Lower East Side neighborhood. It might have something to do with the old school country music and classic rock springing from the speakers. Maybe it was the

Despite the calendar that indicates that spring is arriving this week, New York is clutching on to winter as tight as Times Square tourist holds on to his wallet. All this recent slushy snow and ass-whooping wind that bounces off the city’s concrete and creeps through my layers of goose