The New York City I grew up in, in the 80s and 90s, was full of a certain kind of magic.
Keith Haring was busy transforming the subways into works of queer and political art. The World Famous Supreme Team and Malcolm McLaren were changing the face of music. You could still find an affordable place to live and be an artist, cruise and fuck in Central Park, and dance all night at The World and the Limelight.
Jeff Leavell 