Ahh, the stoop. It's hard to explain the beauty of the stoop to those not familiar: It is not Brooklyn's answer to the backyard, no, and it's not merely an aesthetic accoutrement meant to add a feeling of history, no no, it's a place to smoke blunts, a place to have first kisses, a place to sit and think and cry and laugh with your neighbors. It's a very good place to crush cockroaches, as the stoop retains few scars, and even roach guts will wash away from their surface eventually. The stoop is the epitome of the New York feeling that you're experiencing multiple time periods at once, that you're sitting on your stoop in 2017 and all the other butts that have sat there are sitting there with you too, your spirits co-mingling.
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Similar in theory, but not in practice, to open studios, Bed-Stuy's STooPS Art Crawl uses the… Read More >
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