Gwynn on the bridge

Everyday that it’s warm Gwynn goes out to the walkway of the Williamsburg Bridge w/a bag full of 40s, a gallon of water & a CD player. I’m not showing his face cuz I feel bad for him, he looks scary but he’s harmless. He stands there, gets drunk, pees, drinks more & that’s his Read More…

Lillian Ross Rest In Peace

About 20 years ago, I was mistakenly invited to a high society dinner uptown. I found myself sitting next to Lillian Ross and knowing she wrote for The New Yorker, I asked her if she had ever met William Shawn. “Met him! I was his lover, forever!” It was just before her big tell-all & Read More…