The Dig The Dig is bringing back the grunge, the grit and the self-described “badass loser rock” that Brooklyn’s been craving for years. Led by the band’s two vocalists and childhood friends, Emile Mosseri and David Baldwin, the local New York City group is coming right off the heels of

The words “Chickens in Bed-Stuy” may conjure up images of an awesome muppet remake of a Spike Lee joint, but don’t get too excited just yet– when we talk about hens in Central Brooklyn on this website, we’re talking about urban chicken keeping.  Intrigued?  Then attend a FREE workshop on

As 2024 winds down, we’re reflecting on another incredible year of sharing the stories, art, culture, and nightlife that make the Bay Area so unique. BrokeAssStuart.com wouldn’t be what it is without you—our community of readers, supporters, and believers in independent media. This year, instead of asking you to join Patreon

New York Fashion Week is an exciting time in the city. Even though it happens twice a year every year, that’s more often then your birthday, everyone gets all a titter about it. The fashion industry is notorious for its penchant for luxury and exclusivity. You shouldn’t let these things

Here at Broke-Ass Stuart we love to support homegrown talent. So when we heard that an up-and-coming Brooklyn-based rock band was going to be performing in Williamsburg, we were more than happy to support them. The Dig will be hitting the stage at the Brooklyn Bowl on Saturday, September 8th

Picture this: it’s Saturday night, and you’re going to a house party because once again, it’s all you can afford to do. You can’t show up empty handed because – what are you – some kind of asshole?!? You stop by the bodega closest to the host’s house and if

Audacia Ray is the founder and director of the Red Umbrella Project (RedUP), former executive editor of Spread Magazine and a former sex worker. Yes, Audacia Ray is one many people in this world that have used their assets to make a living. And within the last decade she has

I was roaming the diversified streets of Williamsburg, Brooklyn as I waited for some friends to arrive. I decided to kill some time by stepping into the unknown abyss that is The Gibson. It was a slow Thursday night as I walked into this dimly lit establishment with two projectors

Upon my return from 5 months abroad volunteering and traveling, in Nepal and India I expected a bit of culture shock. I’ve had some minor incidences in my three weeks being back. I almost freaked out at a restaurant when a large glass of water, packed with ice so high it would