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Cada tanto, las profundidades subterráneas de una subcultura de Buenos Aires se abren y revelan libera...
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Every so often, the deep underground of a Buenos Aires subculture rips open and out pops liber...
Oh how fondly we remember the youthful mornings spent cross-legged on the carpet waiting for the top 20 countdown. Remember all that there was to look forward ...
I remember the first time I ever met Kevin Vaughn. We crammed into our first staff meeting in a tiny room on the rooftop of a brewery that’s long since closed....
These days I shuffle between waking up in the morning to eat my partner’s freshly baked sourdough before work (read: I am so privileged and grateful and full) ...
We sat at a window table sipping fresh soda water with lemon as three men at separate tables scoffed at the pre-election coverage on the small television. If y...
They spoke in tandem, the way an old couple entertains a dinner party. The stories began with one, filled out with the details provided by the other. At one po...
The lights went out and all of a sudden there were neon jumpsuits jumping across the stage, an onslaught of orange flashes. The short walk to Niceto had lured ...
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By the grace of the woman guarding the door of Roseti I was taken pity upon and waved inside. The cultural space had reached max capacity and ten minutes earli...
Monique hails from the promised lands of Canada and has been captivated by the Buenos Aires empty apartment makeshift-Fernet-and-Coke-bars with living rooms-turned-band venues for quite some time. She has an affinity for words with a good mouth feel, old school post-cards, and dunking medialunas into her coffee.
