New York Arts
Huddled in my friend’s car, I closed the door before the rain got the interior leather any more wet than my soaking clothes already made it. “Here, check my phone,” she said. I snatched it up and typed in my … Continue reading
Huddled in my friend’s car, I closed the door before the rain got the interior leather any more wet than my soaking clothes already made it. “Here, check my phone,” she said. I snatched it up and typed in my … Continue reading →
I stumbled into the Dungeon Theater carrying a full backpack full of personal artifacts, a bag of my strangest clothes and something my friend called a “bondage bar.” These were all materials an email detailed as necessary for Guillermo Gomez-Peña’s … Continue reading →