The High Line is a pretty great place to hang out and sip a lemonade, pose for photos against some awesome NYC backdrops, and even learn about space from amateur astronomers.  Like a lot of other people, it’s one of my favorite places in the city, which is why I

Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit — probably not.

Are you a broke-ass? Are you a guy? Do you love women dancing around in bikinis? If you answered “yes” to all three questions, then you have to– no– you must visit 21 Bar in Washington Heights. I remember being 21 years-old and being denied entrance into this place. I

“One man’s garbage is another man’s treasure.” In this case it’s some people’s artwork. Literally. Tonight you are all welcome to Brooklyn’s Muriel Guépin Gallery, where you’ll be the first to witness the Detritus Splendors exhibition. This exhibit will proudly display the works of Matthew Contradt & Jennifer Williams. Just

It’s no secret that sometimes, in order to beef up your resume for that dream job (especially in the creative fields), an internship can be a helpful stepping stone. If you’re lucky, you’ll find a paying internship, but if you’re like the rest of us, the most you can hope

As someone who couldn’t even handle learning the recorder in the fifth grade, I give mad props to anyone who is even remotely musically inclined. If you even kind of play the guitar, you’re a total superstar in my eyes. If your clarinet skills recall that of a snake charmer

It’s not a secret as to what most of you will be doing today. Trust me, I know that April 20th will forever live in infamy for the connoisseurs that partake in the practice of herbal essence. But this is New York, not Amsterdam. There will definitely not be any

With the weather beginning to hit the early stages of “holy shit, it’s hot,” it’s about that time of year when love is in the air, flowers are starting to bloom and the beer gardens are opening their doors again. The beer garden: it’s the alcoholic’s best friend. There’s nothing