everything below 14th Street now is like “my name is Frédérique Nicoise. I design notebooks made out of cashmere. I was raised in Copenhagen but I moved to New York 5 hour ago. welcome to my atelier.”
this song is truly an epiphany. I was in Montreal with the oomfs last year doing Québécois sex tourisme when it came out. I sat in the corner of the le airbnb crying as I listened to it. just pitch perfect.
I microdose the western massachusetts experience by living in park slope where most residents secretly dream of having the power to arrest people at the slightest inconvenience, but channel that dysfunction into their position at the food co-op
for anyone being like “oh this is covid era post woke psychosis” in 2009 I was chased out of a restaurant in Northampton for bringing a plastic Poland Spring water bottle into the establishment. Western Massachusetts is different.
A lesbian bar in Greenfield eased its stringent mask mandate, a decision that has splintered the queer community in the city and beyond. trib.al/FyZjBWs