
These are just a few of the unusual finds at the Brooklyn Flea Market not two minutes from our apartment. Located in the former Williamsburg Savings Bank, it’s one of the coolest locations in our hood, thankfully preserved for the general public to enjoy.

Flatbush Farm and Bar(n) in our hood serves up a mean brunch – and if their dinner is anything like their brunch, I’m there, fork in hand. This was my duck confit with warm lentil salad and two eggs before I completely demolished it.

Back to my mysteriously abstract and blurry ways. In part I was inspired by a set of photographs taken in the 60s in France by Tom Palumbo.