Chastised for their purity, admired for their daring, cherished by the well-drugged masses of western art deniers. Lovelier with each passing day.

Characterized by sounds, punctuated by dulcet noises. A maelstrom of true-blue bourgeois heartache, fighting for the rights of hyper-privileged activists, from the tippy top of Humboldt Street to the southernmost tip of poorly paved Roseland. ... more