Farewell friends, family, faithful readers, and all you other beautiful fuckups
Zombies in the street, Polish nightclubbers in sweater-vests, and group gropes at Red-I–those were the days.
Why Victor Grigas wants you to graffiti his garage door
When Liz leaves Chicago at the end of this month, this isn’t the only job she’s quitting.
Of jet-setters and 18th-century teenage queens
Long live Wicker Park!
Marc Fischer turns nine years’ worth of correspondence from Parisian artist Bruno Richard into an intriguing art exhibit. Plus: a drummer to love.
If you’re going to go all the way to New York for a pair of jeans, you might as well break ’em in right.
How the city wiped out a decade of history
And the fall of good intentions
Self-mutilation, stuffed-animal abuse, and barbecue-flavored blood–now that’s a night on the town.
Where better to test out your newly permed eyelashes than at a lesbian lit party?
A little sensory deprivation helps the overstimulation go down.
An antigentrification project that’s a walk in the park
The pleasures and perils of narcissim