
John Vanderslice in the bathroom of Union Hall, Brooklyn What did I do when I was living an a sweltering hot city in a room the size of an ironing board in an apartment that had a (working) washer and dryer in the garden but no window in the kitchen? I got a job at Ralph Lauren and wore uncomfortable heels to the encouraging delight of my much older, more monied co-workers. I also listened to John Vanderslice every day for weeks, including during the off hours in Ozzie's Cafe on 5th Avenue in Park Slope [...]