the hidden bedford ave

My trip to Brooklyn. Well.


I've been contemplating not writing about this at all. To this day I believe it may have soiled a friendship.

Most of the trip was documented on a rather tedious but lovely Diana. The film has yet to be developed.


I was not fortunate enough to capture any serious video footage either. Not because I tried though. New York is not a place where you want to be carrying a bunch of shit around with you. Especially not during one of the hottest Restaurant Weeks. Waiting in line anywhere to get something to eat is fifteen times as bad.


The heat was intense. Now I know why most actual New Yorkers go north for the summer.

The trip was great. I gandered with ol' H.P. at the "midnight" showing.

All went smoothly until I suddenly had to scramble to find a place to stay, had to catch an early bus back, and ran out of money.

LET'S just say that the final 48 hours of my "vacation" to Brookly wasn't exactly a restful 48 hours.

The Fung Wah was surprisingly slow. Slower than taking a train. I know, right?

And the AC was broken.