A parking lot in Gowanus and a pile of vintage goes a long way.
All you need is a parking lot in Gowanus and a pile of great vintage to get you going.
“She lived somewhere small where keeping busy wasn’t easy and spent afternoons hanging in parking lots where other kids her age hung too. They’d lounge in stray shopping carts and plant themselves where the sun shone. They’d all pitch in for a 6-pack of booze and whoever looked the oldest had to buy. Most days they’d be there until nightfall, minus the good kids who’d rush home for supper at sunset, or the ones who’d leave to study for an exam the next morning. She was often the last man standing—she and another girl, who, unlike the boys in town, made eye contact when she spoke and knew the world wasn’t just parking lots and stale beer.“ –Alex Lee