December 2010
10 posts
WatchIn New York’s Chinatown: This church belongs to immigrants
In an Underground Church: We are not controlled by...
Wang Yin took a small box out of his messenger bag and placed it on the table in front of him. A hush fell over the assembled congregation as he lifted a palm-sized piece of flat, crisp bread out of the container. He broke the bread, crushing it into tiny pieces. When he had finished, he took a small plastic bottle of Dole’s grape juice out of his bag. A keyboardist played Alas and Did...
In a Chinese Migrant Worker's Home: I promised...
Yean Heng Yan stepped out of her home and walked with small, quick steps towards a pool of light under a street lamp. Twilight was fading in Shanghai. On East China Normal University’s campus, night prompted a retreat back to the dormitories. Some university students greeted Yean as they streamed inside to study. They called her A yi. They didn’t know much about her—she just took care...
In Chelsea: This is where art is. We're not going...
His wings have torn from his shoulders and his body bleeds crimson. The man, nude, holds one white wing in his arms and stares with a jealous grimace. His twin provides a stark contrast—his body is whole and his glare triumphant. The only thing preventing him from leaping with joy is the picture frame that surrounds him.
Art in Chelsea is not just for the wealthy. These paintings are...
In Bryant Park: For me, Lincoln Center is...
Ronaldo Drayton settled into his usual spot and pointed to the white, flapping tents of Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week.
“They used to call this Needles Park. Thirty years ago, when I first came to the city. There were drug dealers, prostitutes. Now, we have models!” he said, amazed.
Drayton, 54, has been lunching in Bryant Park for fifteen years. Since the park started hosting...
In East Harlem: Of course I’m worried. Lots of...
From Healthy in East Harlem
Maria Ortega, an 8-year-old with long brown hair and inquisitive eyes, peered through the doors of Mexican Grocery Products, an East Harlem bodega near the corner of 115th Street and Third Ave.
Her 23-year-old mother, Carolina Ortega, emerged from behind the counter. The shelves were lined with junk food—Cheetos, Snickers and TapaTío hot...
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