I should be there by now. I crossed over yet another avenue. The closer I got to the Hudson, the further I was from the Manhattan I knew. The restaurants and bars which sit packed together like pickles in a jar throughout Midtown were now few and far between, no Starbucks stores bogarted street corners …
This year has been a year. So much can and does change in 12 months. There are the big, routine-disrupting changes such as adopting a dog (I did that this year, his name is Joey, and he’s now my best friend and I like him more than I like most humans) or changing jobs (I …
It's the little things in life I look forward to the most. I know that’s cliché to say, I also know I’ve personally said it many times, but I don’t really care. I’ve always found the small, the mundane, and the surprising moments caught only by us to be the most lasting and impactful. In …
“Hi there. I’m Ryan.” “Nice to meet you. What do you do here in the city?” “I’m the Editor of an online creative culture magazine called BLEEP.” “Oh nice.” For eight years, most of my introductions in New York have played out in nearly identical fashion. Each time I’ve met someone new—be it at a …
My ability to move to New York hinged on securing an internship, which I did at the eleventh hour. I found a marketing internship at an off-off Broadway theatre known for fostering new work, something I was very interested in. Also, it allowed me to live in the city I loved while looking for a …
Ryan Brinson 