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Miami Artist Nina Surel

by CBK Staff
Open Art Surgery Read full article »

Open Art Surgery

by Max Power

The talent sharks are quietly honing their knives in the back rooms of Chelsea’s biggest galleries. This is unprecedented. Open Art Surgery.

Hard Times in Habana Town Read full article »

Hard Times in Habana Town

by Lance Steagall

There is only one other couple eating at present. Scandinavians. The prices are in CU, not in Cuban pesos, which means Cubans do not eat there.

The Romantic Runner Read full article »

The Romantic Runner

by Icarus Blake

A caloric bomb explodes in a store on my right. Belgian fries, deadly ice creams… A sign says: “Everything Made with Love”. Enemy propaganda. Keep running.

A Free Thinker is Satan’s Slave Read full article »

A Free Thinker is Satan’s Slave

by Max Power

I was born that way. It’s because my mother had sex with my father on their first date. And there I was: the product of one too many glasses of Barolo.

Cold Press with Caution Read full article »

Cold Press with Caution

by Luca Babini

A born and raised New Yorker, I learned in the old days never to make eye contact and to always avoid even the smallest interaction…

Wax Read full article »

Wax

by Kyle Kaplan

And so she had to
Burn his paintings,
All the way down to the wick
All the way down to their Bed-Stuy bones

Molly had a Little Lamb Read full article »

Molly had a Little Lamb

by CBK SELECTS

… her products aren’t my poison of choice. Workout clothes and a yoga mat disguised her as any of the other usual suspects walking down St. Marks Place.

Olga The Green Angel Read full article »

Olga The Green Angel

by Icarus Blake

As was said once by Gandhi: “Earth provides enough to satisfy every man’s need, but not every man’s greed”.

Yankee People Read full article »

Yankee People

by Citizen Brooklyn

It was a sweltering August night. It had been unusual to see Yankee Stadium dressed up for soccer. We were walking across the subway overpass and I looked down. A brownish river of people was moving slowly under us like a gigantic amoeba. It spread until it disappeared into the dark. A smell of spilled sugary drinks and human sweat impregnated the liquid air. We were just a gigantic blob of flesh rolling its way home. Shot with an Olympus xz-1.

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