Lily Puckett

Articles

It’s awfully nice to be reminded that we New Yorkers come from much more than Sweetgreen and Blue Bottle.

A tale where there’s never enough room, where nothing but the essential lasts, where there aren’t morals so much as morality.

Wrecking Ball

Why would you put someone who didn’t think art was very good in charge of designing an art museum?

Ours is a world where everything but us gets to go up in flames.

Dispatches

Chinatown — “I obviously have a complicated relationship with this.”
Hamilton Heights — Maybe this is why the encampment I saw being built at City College felt so sturdy, less an act of defiance than an acknowledgement of its necessity.
LAGUARDIA PLACE — “I like to think of [pools] like the pub, or the park, just a place to meet up,” he said, evoking the kinship of small-town life.
Chelsea — Roaming packs of alligators
Chelsea — “This is all I do,” she told me after the tour. “I have no husband, I have no cat, I have posters.”
EAST HAMPTONS — This is the problem with taking things from the past and trying to live seamlessly in them: many people simply don’t want to. Instead, they jam together a renovation of ideas you theoretically agree with but practically reject.
Long Island City — Plus Pool, an imaginary bobbing lido in the East River, is a project for people who want to live somewhere else entirely.
Morningside Heights — “I would wrap everything in fabric if I could.”