You enter to the sweet song of two metal-heads arguing about music. “Okay, name me one decent album in the last five years,” says one. “No, they’re all shit,” says the other. On your right, a white board details prices and policies. At the bottom, it reads “Dirty Looks Free.”

Thrifting in New York can easily be a matter of air quotes and snide remarks. “Thrift” stores tend to try to pass off some used t-shirts at $40 a pop and tell you that it’s a total steal. Dude, did someone sweat in it before? Don’t care if it was

This summer has brought on a full-blown revival of flea markets.  Being a total sucker for vintage goods and weird items I don’t really need, even I can laugh at the much outdated term being used to describe New York street fairs. The “fleas” have been replaced with overpriced mason

One of the many, many, many things visible when looking at the stage in Goodbye Blue Monday is a large painted sign reading FLOTSAM AND JETSAM. It could easily be a random find in an ocean of random finds. But at this cafe/bar/venue/junkstore in Bushwick it feels more like a