The clicking of tweets, texts and instagrams echo in the outside air. Textured conversations of expressionism and art deco ring from inside. Maybe I had too much free red wine, maybe not enough, but watching Julian Rapp’s party unfold from a golden beanbag chair in the serene, ivy soaked backyard

Are you some weird person who loves technology? Are you a broke-ass living in New York who loves technology? Why does Mr. Minimum Wage start off promoting events with many questions? It doesn’t matter because Bing & Big Think are coming together to present For Humankind in New York, this

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

Ah, there’s nothing I love more than a relaxing afternoon in the park.  Basking in the sun like a lizard on a rock, creepily cat-calling all of the cute dogs on walks (“Hey, you!  Check out that strut!  Ooh, I like that smile!”), and wearing my one pair of workout

To sustain any healthy relationship you have to pump love, commitment and money – lots of fucking money.  I incessantly go beyond my means when it comes to dating, which is fine, when it’s just dating.  But when the warm bowels of a relationship come calling, there’s no way around

Botanica is a safe haven.  There’s no better way to describe it.  It sits like a bomb shelter on the south side of smoky Houston street, two blocks away from the undulating sea of Soho shoppers and opposite the building-size advertisements that pollute the north side of the street.  After

Unlike going to the gym or stop binge-drinking, I made a resolution that’s easy to keep this year. I plan on going out more. During the winter months it’s tempting to just give up and huddle next to your radiator, but this season I’ve decided to screw that and get

Knitting goes in and out with being the “it” hipster crafting activity, but Polish artist Olek isn’t the kind of knitter who works on scarves on the train. She’s more likely to knit a cocoon around the train itself. Her knitting sculptures are giant, we’re talking camouflage covers for convertibles,

I’m not the biggest fan of made up neighborhoods.  Historically speaking, whenever a “neighborhood” is pieced off from an existing one and then given a new name, it has always been done by real estate people and developers.  They pimp a part of a neighborhood in order to line their