Three Chinese American women, who are very successful in their fields, are considered failures for one single reason — for staying single past the age of 25.
Amid the sea of Chinese characters in Sunset Park’s Eighth Avenue, an Irish pub has held its ground despite waves of inward and outward migration.
Red is believed to be a lucky color and everyone wants to carry good luck with them. But that symbol of good fortune may soon carry something else: a 10-cent charge.
Council District 38, which includes the heavily Asian and Latino Sunset Park, is a testing ground to see whether an experiment in direct democracy can meet its lofty goals…
“…the union guys were really worried. They were literally pissing in their pants…15 minutes later, it seemed like 15,000 women came out of the woodwork. Literally. From the buildings in Soho. They just couldn’t believe it.”
“Manhattan gets everything. No more, no more…Our next mayor is going to be from Brooklyn no matter who wins.”
It’s like wearing a swagger on your face. If you’ve got a mustache, you’re someone to be taken seriously.
This Sunset Park eatery is known for dishing up the best dumplings in New York City. So why is its owner, Mr. Chen, barely breaking even?
It all started with Beijing rock band The Fly—a cross between the Sex Pistols and Nirvana, but, you know, in Mandarin.
Perhaps the air conditioner was broken. Perhaps there was no air conditioner.
A photo essay.
“There’s nobody left in Chinatown, is there?”
I checked out a space on Catherine and Madison, thinking that a Chinatown address would at least appease my dad.