“Once we printed Chinese upside-down and nobody knew it. That was embarrassing!”
We both remembered the fashion house’s Van Gogh jacket with its exquisite hand-embroidered jewel toned flowers, but it was Mary, who, without a heartbeat, recalled the year, telling the archivist to pull from the 1988 collection.
In the center of the plaza stands a bronze, 15-foot statue of the Chinese sage…In its shadow, a woman with a visor and clipboard is selling shuttle tickets to Foxwoods Casino.
An illustrated dispatch.
“My strength is writing about Chinese people and dirtbags, and Chinese dirtbags.”
Community organizers distributed supplies and canvassed buildings for two days before FEMA showed up to offer aid.
For outer borough residents and the linguistically isolated, the future is less clear.
If the grocery store is going to be saved, it will need to happen now.
Same place, different time.
John Clang’s “Beijing New York” is a product of some good old-fashioned cut and paste.
The scarlet tonic is often portrayed as the city’s modern-day moonshine. The reality? It barely counts as booze.
A photo essay.
After 45 years as a parking lot, the Seward Park Extension Urban Renewal Area will be developed to include mixed-income housing. So why are some advocates crying foul?
Perhaps the air conditioner was broken. Perhaps there was no air conditioner.
The lone male remains the archetype of migrant labor, despite the changing facts on the ground.
“It’s warfare against Chinese companies.”
I checked out a space on Catherine and Madison, thinking that a Chinatown address would at least appease my dad.
Where New Yorkers collide. For better or for worse.