People: F

Writers, artists, hosts, DJs, filmmakers, and recurring characters across the archive. This section collects the F slice of the category index.

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Fiona Duncan

Fiona Duncan is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 5 times across 5 issues between February 25, 2025 and February 15, 2026. The archive places it in contexts such as "Other hosts include ... Alyssa Davis, Fiona Duncan, Ani Tatintsyan"; "Co-hosts include Asya + Santi, Fiona Duncan, Naoimi Asa"; "cast and friends including … Fiona Duncan". It most often appears alongside Cassidy Grady, Los Angeles, Matthew Gasda.

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Fiona Duncan
Mention count
5
Issue count
5
First seen
February 25, 2025
Last seen
February 15, 2026
Instagram handle
@fifidunks
February 25, 2025 · Original source
From 8pm - 1am at Honey’s — Friend Of The Letter Vivein Lee hosts COSMOPOLITAN: a dance party in support of local nonprofit Make the Road New York. Other hosts include Alexi Alario of Nymphet Alumni, Alyssa Davis, Fiona Duncan, Ani Tatintsyan, and Kit Zauhar. I’ve been meaning to revisit Honey’s since artist Sarah Mehoyas took over ownership, and this seems like the perfect occasion. Music by Goop Girl, Miho Hatori, and more. Snacks by Sakura Smith, the coolest list of hosts, etc etc etc.
March 07, 2025 · Original source
From 3pm - 6pm at Brookfield Place — Hard to Read invites you to THE MALL. Co-hosts include Asya + Santi, Fiona Duncan, Naoimi Asa, and Vivien Lee. - “THE MALL is not a reading or a formal talk. We have nothing to sell. Come loiter with us.”
September 26, 2025 · Original source
LOS ANGELES - From 6pm - 10pm at Human Resources — An evening of two short film screenings by artist Margaret Haines, paired with readings from cast and friends including Emily Anderson Tanja Laden, Aimee Goguen, and Fiona Duncan. | Sliding scale tickets
November 12, 2025 · Original source
From 9pm at Performa Hub — The Performa Biennial continues with an artist talk ft Dozie Kanu, Matt Hilvers, Chukwumamaa, and Fiona Duncan.
February 15, 2026 · Original source
LOS ANGELES - From 6pm - late at Variety Arts Theater — Hard to Read presents a night of artist-led readings, performances, and activities hosted by author Fiona Duncan. Ft Bunny Rogers, Lexee Smith, Harmony Holiday, Maya Martinez, and more. “Interspersed throughout the vast multi-storied labyrinth of Variety Arts Theater, this event infuses the legacies of California performance art, punk music, activism, and socially-engaged literature.” |
Franz Kafka

Franz Kafka is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 4 times across 4 issues between November 26, 2024 and January 13, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "Franz Kafka Exhibition... lectures on topics like The Kafkaesque, Kafka's Last Trial, and Kafka and Vagabonds"; "I go to Franz Kafka at The Morgan Library"; "artists influenced by Franz Kafka's legacy...the currently on view Franz Kafka exhibition". It most often appears alongside David, New York, Sovereign House.

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Franz Kafka
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4
Issue count
4
First seen
November 26, 2024
Last seen
January 13, 2025
November 26, 2024 · Original source
I’ll be spending my last full day in New York before holiday travel at The Morgan Library's new Franz Kafka Exhibition. This exhibition is on view through April 13, 2025, accompanied by a series of lectures, tours, and additional programming on topics like The Kafkaesque, Kafka's Last Trial, and Kafka and Vagabonds.
December 03, 2024 · Original source
Before I go away for Thanksgiving, I go to dinner at Decibel with Madelyn. We go to Pardon My French for a martini. We go to KGB. I go to the Lower East Side, I go to a going away party, I go to the bodega, I go home. At a party in the Lower East Side, a girl is talking about censorship, the age of censorship, how liberated she feels by the passing of This Terrible Era. "So what do you want to say?" Her friend is asking. "What?" the girl says. "What were you waiting to be free to say?" The girl rolls her eyes. "It's the principle" "Yes," her friend is saying. "The principle is important, but you can be free to do whatever you want and still be entirely uninteresting." At a party in the Lower East Side, people are talking about The Internet. "Everything you say is regurgitated from The Internet," the girl is telling her friend. Before I leave New York for only a few days, I go to Franz Kafka at The Morgan Library. It's not a very nice exhibition. They've put pop up walls and bright colors and crowded superfluous exhibition text all over the whole place. I write a review, but then I think it's kind of snarky. It's ok to be mean, but it's not ok to be cheap. "Why are you afraid of being mean," someone asked me a few weeks ago. "Because I don't want to say things that hurt people close to me," I said in response. What I should have said is - because what if I'm mean for nothing? What if I'm mean and I'm wrong and it's cheap. I get a martini at Moynihan Station. David cuts the Amtrak line. “What are they going to do?” he says. This infuriates a woman near us. Afterwards, I think I see this woman everywhere. She's sitting next to me at The Tunnel Cafe. I book a dermatology appointment for when I'm back in New York City. Select any provider, I say. I receive my confirmation email shortly after and I swear to god - the doctor they assigned me is the woman from the train. I cancel the appointment quickly. If this is fate, then it stems from nothing good. God‘s hand has nothing to do with it. Someone is simply playing tricks. the Amtrak Some things that happen in Massachusetts are: I behave very badly. I can't find my keys. It's raining. I can't go outside. I'm in an airbnb where I have never been before and It's so cold and these walls are gray, nothing like home, a lot like the kind of walls that one could imagine closing in. I start shaking by the window and I think about how I could probably be someone who does something like punch a hole through the glass. I wouldn't do this, but it's strange to feel capable of it. I think about how I should probably just go outside. It's objectively strange to spiral. I never crash out. I don't know why gray wall to wall carpeting and people talking too loudly and vicinity to an unknown suburban street freaks me out so much. I wish I could scream at the sky and the rain would stop just like that. I calm down. I don't actually wish I could control the weather. That would be no kind of a life. I go to a hotel I can't afford and I try to break into their gym to use the treadmill. I can't get into the gym, but no one stops me in the lobby. I drink their lemon water. I drink almost the whole pitcher. I call my dad and I say can you please come pick me up now. In a different house, a house that is familiar, a house that I have always known - I sit by the fire, I sit by big glass windows, I watch Vicky Cristina Barcelona (2008), I drive to the snow. "I'm driving to Florida to drive to the snow," I say. Welcome to Florida, Massachusetts the sign on turnpike says. It's a white sign flanked by plaster palm trees. A little snowman with yellow hands and feet throws his hands in the air. Troop 76 Pack 76, the sign says. It's a blizzard up the turnpike. It's snowing in thick wet sheets. It's the type of snow that's fast and heavy, almost like rain but it's opaque and it's sticking. Everyone gets out of the car but me. I'm too cold, I say. My sister is throwing snowballs. I get out of the car too. We drive down the mountain. My dad plays Alice's Restaurant by Arlo Guthrie. We play all twenty-five minutes of it and then we play it again. We pick up David. Do you want to hear Alice's Restaurant?, I ask him. Alice’s Restaurant, Album Cover Things are nice, from here. WHAT YOU SHOULD DO Tuesday, December 3 From 5:30 - 7:30pm at Il Bisonte — Yolo Journal celebrates the new Fall/Winter issue. I love few things more than a beautiful travel journal (something that has become few and far between). Yolo Journal, however, fits this bill to exaction. Wine provided by Franciacorta. RSVP to ilbisonte@novellapagherapr.com
January 03, 2025 · Original source
From 7:00- 8:15pm at The Morgan Library — Kafkaesque: Creative Responses to Kafka brings artists influenced by Franz Kafka’s legacy into conversation on the occasion of the currently on view Franz Kafka exhibition. To be honest, I thought this exhibition was really poorly organized and boring, but the accompanying programing seems interesting, and aims to provide further context.
January 13, 2025 · Original source
Tuesday, January 7 After briefly losing one's mind, simple tendrils of thought that gesture towards sanity become disproportionately lovely. I’m reading Kafka, still - my godforsaken piece on Kafka coming out next week and then I can abandon these stories for good. It’s been nice to delve deeply into a topic, nice to hate everything I have to say so much that I rephrase it over and over again, nice to consider language with an eye towards cognizance, towards if it actually makes any sense. Most of the time, I write and speak out of necessity, or even, desperation. Clearing the mind. Purging the soul. I am a diarist - self indulgent. Or perhaps, it’s just something else entirely. It’s something different than an artistic practice. Criticism and fiction necessitate at least grasping towards some idealized form of clarity. Writing about writing - awful, boring, should never be done. For now, it’s like I'm in highschool. Reading “Josephine the Singer, or the Mouse Folk” under the comforter with a reading lamp turned all the way up. It’s still early afternoon but it’s too cold, too windy, the draft is vicious through the greenhouse roof. I have my head under the blankets and so it’s like a simulation of evening. David keeps the reading lamp set to soft orange light, and so it’s like a simulation of candlelight, too. I’m exhausted and so I’m stretching reality. I’m stretching a story out of thin air. Now, I’ll go to pilates and stretch on an empty floor. I’ll go get nail polish remover from the boxes on the highest shelf or, if missing, from the CVS next door. Kafka’s Josephine is a wretched character. She possesses a firm belief in her own entitlement to a life of leisure on account of her artistic talents, but of course she lives in a time where wretched conditions have rendered real artistic talents inconceivable. She is not only un-talented, but also a fraud. There are notes that could be made about self-recognition in this spoiled, awful, regrettable character, but I’m sparing myself. We go to Big Bar in the evening. I've never been before, but it seems to be a spot that people know about. I knew it would be these people here, my friend says when we walk in. I don’t really recognize anyone, but that's often how these things go. The bit with Big Bar is that it's actually an extremely small bar. It's all drenched in red light and there’s a tiny DJ booth by the front window and it's cash only, the drinks are not terribly strong, but they are cheap. Someone has a small dog in a carrier in their arms, but no one seems to notice aside from us. This seems like a spot for old heads - of which I am not, but I enjoy the company of. Wednesday, January 8 Meeting with Beckett and Jonah this morning at Caffe Reggio to discuss Tense - Reggio is full and so Beckett suggests Dante. It’s not like he remembered it, now. It’s a coffee shop, he says, but it’s a cocktail bar now. Expensive green and red martinis in thin glasses whirling through the room even now, at two pm. They still let us sit for coffee. I have an interview after. Madelyn texts me. At Altro Paradiso at 3pm, they are saying goodbye to the head chef. I’ve gone to Altro Paradiso a few times recently, because Madelyn works there mostly, although even independent of that it’s the best food I’ve had in New York in a while. Today, I was in a rush, the plans were last minute. I'm still wearing my workout clothes and their ‘archival lululemon’ - hand-me-downs from a closet of a friend of my mothers when I was about thirteen years old. The shirt is striped and black and white and a small band bearing slogans like “nothing tastes as good as skinny feels” folds up or down at the hem, depending on how flagrantly antisocial you feel like being on that particular day. I’m keeping the band folded under today. I’m wildly underdressed but it’s afternoon, the restaurant isn’t even technically open yet. There’s a toast to the chef and I’m the only outsider in attendance and so I stay at the bar while the group of staff and friends and family assemble. It’s very special, even to bear witness to as someone uninvolved. There’s a heart and soul to food and drink and service that other industries, even creative industries, really don’t have in the same way. I’m a tiny bit tipsy, now. I need to start hostessing again. I make this note on my phone: “NEED TO START HOSTESSING AGAIN!!!!” We stay at Altro Paradiso til dinner starts, and we continue to stay till it feels like dinner is about to end. Everything is magical - the alla prima cocktail, wine, dirty martini, pane e ricotta, salad with figs and dates, octopus, olives, oysters under beds of thinly sliced veggies, malfatti (which is pasta that is like little pillows), linguine al nero (which is pasta with squid ink and cuttlefish and basil), a few deserts - pistachio ice cream and the pear cake. The afternoon turns to a sparkling evening. I walk home. I go elsewhere, after - fun too, but I probably shouldn’t have. I should probably learn when to call an evening. Decadence in excess, turns all that sparkles sour. Thursday, January 9 It's been the same day on repeat so far this year. The same three days, really. Rinse and do it again. The year has only held nine days. I can't view my stagnation with too much harshness. Decadence, in contrast, should be viewed with harshness. Los Angeles is burning up and it feels uncouth to talk about this here as this tragedy is not my life, but I can't stop watching. Most emotions are triggered through all five senses - it's a strange feeling of muted horror to see destruction of places and lives you know on a screen, detached from your physical experience but visible in real time in your cognizant mind - peripheral vision. I accidentally get stuck in the Louis Vuitton x Murakami line in SoHo. I accidentally steal a pair of Split sweatpants from the gym. I accidentally read all the books on the 4chan 2024 Top 100 Lit Board list. I'm on tiktok watching videos of the apocalypse overlaid with Lana del Rey audio. I’m browsing r/lainfluencersnark and they have a lot to say about the way their parasocial relationships are handling the apocalypse. I tried to write something about phones and chaos and end times but it was silly. These are resources / writing from people in LA. The Angel - L.A. Fires — How to Help
Fanny Howe

Fanny Howe is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 2 times across 2 issues between August 14, 2025 and March 06, 2026. The archive places it in contexts such as "I'll read Fanny Howe, Thomas Hardy, Dawn Powell on the floor"; "I like early Babitz and Fanny HOWE... Fanny Howe is kind of sad, my aunt shrugged. I hate her POETRY". It most often appears alongside feng shui, Los Angeles, A Place in the Sun.

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Fanny Howe
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2
First seen
August 14, 2025
Last seen
March 06, 2026
August 14, 2025 · Original source
WHAT I DID Monday, July 28 Amelia is at the apartment when I arrive, bearing cloned keys and summer dresses. It is not a relief to return, I am afraid. Tiptoe across dusty slanted floors and this sense of oddity and dread creeps back no matter how quiet I am about it. There are planes overhead and I have loved all this glass before, but I am clenching my eyes shut now; wishing for drapes that close. Earlier, the flight from London was delayed hours upon hours and things went awry the moment I was left alone. Comparing notes of past present and future and then I laid my roller suitcase horizontal on the bathroom floor to take a seat and think about it. Left my passport in the airport bar where the woman beside me was making friends with every single customer cycling through aside from myself and then I sprinted over to security, where the lights were flashing all schizophrenic and neon and no one would speak. You'll miss your flight, dear, the airport attendant smiled. They opened a small door with a large electric key. They sent me to the Back Rooms. They sent me through endless identical silver doors and a mirror maze and down a long gray magic carpet. I emerged on the other side to find another magic carpet just like the first. I imagined infinite magic carpets extending in every direction. Motion activated so the feedback loop would reveal itself every time I thought I reached solid ground. I was not moving horizontal anymore. It was a vertical descent into the underbelly of Heathrow. I forgot the status of Boeing VS0137. I forgot to ever leave. I woke up in the Kids Play Center. We've lifted your curse, the airport attendant beamed. Most slides can also be used as rafts, they tell me on the plane. Cartoon villain voice playing on Virgin-Atlantic-TV and they're blasting it through the cabin speakers, too. You were an A+ travel companion, they told me in the airport. I wake up to take stock of these things: safety guidelines and praise. I fall back asleep. Tuesday, July 29 After things fell apart in June, I did not eat or sleep for four days and three nights. On the fourth night, I called the NYPD informational line quite dizzy and more out of curiosity regarding physical resilience and atrophy than out of any sincere safety concern. If you cannot sleep tonight, then you can call me in the morning, the operator said. And so I was unconscious in an instant. Put some limits on one's own neurosis. I decided to stay up late last night. It was muggy and hot outside JFK, and I missed the moors and the fog for just an instant. Then, the glass doors slid open into hot sweaty americana summer and all else was forgotten. Felt a bittersweet sort of close to home. Sat on the curb. The airtrain to the car park turned onto the highway. Felt like a road trip. Felt like team sports, two-in-the-morning, intermission. I'd been so quiet that day. I had not spoken one word since Heathrow. Everybody understood that the apartment was rotting. Great place but full of mold. Great place but full of memories both good and bad. Somebody should have thrown out the milk. Somebody should have done something about the feng shui. The dead trees. The slant of the floors. The roof, which nearly caved in last winter. Three in the morning arrival but I asked Amelia if I could come over instead, and Amelia understood it would be best to sit on her floor. Amelia had been leaning into performance art. How was your vacation, Amelia asked. Not transgressive and weird, I sighed. But rejuvenating, pleasant, precious in the sort of way I'd like to hang onto. And I am feeling physically fit from all the walking and running that went on and on and on. The heat wave has not passed in New York despite one more week dwindling into summer, and I sleep until midday around when I open my eyes and begin to feel uneasy. The lines out the stores are down the block and everyone is becoming very thin. The summer foods are things like GREENS 01 Juice and maca-powder-peanut-butter-protein-bites and very rubbery cocktail shrimp at The Smith. It is Julia who suggests The Smith for dinner and I am not picky with those sorts of things. It is me who suggests the party, despite my increasing hopes, generally, to avoid these sorts of things. Wednesday, July 30 Sitting at Banter with the Big Breakfast and hot green tea reading fairytales. It was a nice night last night. Whirling sort of thing. Nightclub101 to KGB to following a group to Ludlow House to Ripple Room. The sort of thing I like as often as possible, but really must limit to now and then. Sitting at the Australian Cafe now, using my Moldavite to mark my place in my book. The fairytales are describing relentless compassion as a form of some sort of psychological warfare. Psychosexual manipulation. Relentless compassion so as to provide one with a moral advantage, knowing it is impossible for the recipient of such compassion to reciprocate. Relentless compassion so as to cast a desperate, selfish, striving plea for reciprocation. The second option is probably more common, but it would be nice to be kind of on a high horse. August will be like oysters at The Knickerbocker with the cocktail sauce in the martini glass and we're sitting by the cracked glass window and Drew says don't cut your hair not yet and so it'll be like humid heavy hair almost down to my waist now, sparkling water in plastic cups with lime and diet coke in a bikini and I will stay put for a while. I will sit at KGB sober in the evening like I do most every evening. They're tearing chocolate chip cookies apart with their hands at the table over and Amelia says she thinks a bit too much about herself to give too much thought to the existence of God but she remembers, as a child, crying tears of joy because she couldn't believe her luck. She just realized she had somehow made it into a human body on Earth, and she couldn't believe her luck. I don't wish the evenings went on too much longer. The timing is starting to feel just right. I want to fill a Desani water bottle with white claw and catch a cab to a pool party but the evening might start to feel too late. I'll read Fanny Howe, Thomas Hardy, Dawn Powell on the floor - big cracked hard cover dog eared copies of all my books. Then, I will pack up my books into Ikea plastic storage trunks. I will pack up all my books and dresses and then the movers will come. The movers will haul my things out the door. They will haul the place bare. I will turn off the air conditioning in this glass apartment in the sky, and then I will leave. August will be somewhere else. Thursday, July 31 Rebecca and I are making plans. Involving - The Chakras by C.W. Leadbeater and Esoteric Healing by Alice Bailey. I don’t want to work harder than I ever have before, but I do wish to be a bit more intuitive about it. Rebecca is telling me about Energy Hygiene in a Chaotic City. Rebecca is telling me about Seven Rays & Soul Typing. Taking Thomas Pynchon, guasha, monastery sage oil, yoga mat, mineral sunscreen up to the roof for Abundance Meditation and Contemplation. I receive good news. The best, really. I am sorry to be opaque, but something shifted in the winds in England. So far, I have managed to hold onto it here. Careful! Open up the blinds because it's foggy this morning which means we get to let some light in. No bright sunlight baking things alive. No leftover drinks or snacks from the Last Party Ever that was thrown last night. So - it’s a very strange day. I’d like to take a different approach to Caution. Generate me a definition. They generate me this definition: The deeper awareness of human limitations, the deceptive nature of false certainties, and the dangers of unchecked power. This will do. Friday, August 1 It’s an unusual sort of incoherence in my dreams today. The shelf above the bed is lined with wine glasses full of water, and there's an in between of sleep and something else - nyquil at six in the morning, cinnamon zyn at six in the morning, the friends went home around six in the morning and now it is sometime around noon, sunlight streaming in. I wake up gagging. In my dreams, the wine glass water was mostly poisoned. In the space between half awake, not all was poisoned but it was a Russian Roulette sort of thing. I take my chances. Chug water out of my safest bet. Wake up screaming. Fall asleep screaming. The Ikea boxes for the move are starting to fill up and I know it's me stuffing the plastic to the brim but I don't really remember. It's been recollection that's lacking, really. It's been a birthday dinner tonight. The sweetest kind in the Lower East Side. Dimes Square but it's just us, I said. Because it was in the general vicinity but the streets were all empty. A stupid joke, but everyone humored me. Everyone was beautiful and lovely and happy and I didn't drink a regrettable amount. A nice sort of night. Got stuck on Thomas Pynchon and now I can't read anything else. Got stuck on esoteric health and now the water is poison. Got stuck at karaoke and now my self proclaimed sulfate allergy is acting up. Wine and hypochondria. It becomes a bit self indulgent then, doesn't it? Saturday, August 2 If the movers weren't late, I'd be gone by now. But they are late, and so I am lying on the couch that’s being left behind in an Everlane striped tee and too-short Los Angeles apparel shorts feeling kind of sorry for myself. I'm not sure why I decided to scrounge up this sort millennial slop getup for the day of my very unceremonious departure. Feeling older than my years. Feeling like I was raised on Madewell and Ann Taylor or, whatever else it is that would feel nostalgic if I'd been born before 2000. Something other than Patagonia shorts and my sister's sweaters, anyways. Feeling culturally un-attuned. Feeling mostly sorry for myself because I am surrounded by grime. I've been flouncing around this place for a while, now. The clutter is so repulsive, and so much of it is new. There was never a day of really moving in, here. It was just step by step, one thing after another, little parcels that were easy to bring up and down and in and out and now; you wake up in the middle of the morning in a glass apartment in the sky to the sense that there is no space left. I would love to toss and toss and toss. I would love to close my eyes on this island of this couch amidst a swamp of Ikea boxes and tell the movers never mind. I would never open the boxes again. I would never do the dishes. I would wear polyester and sleep on the previous owners teak Scandinavian couch. I would sleep surrounded by trash. It would all become trash, because I would decide to throw it all out. What do we need to know?, the movers will ask, when they arrive. Do you find everything interesting? I will ask. Have you ever been bored? Was your last emotion in 2015? YAY, the movers will say. I am picking things up and putting them down. The movers will give me high fives. Me and three Serbian teens high-fiving in a glass apartment in the sky that I am soon to leave and never return. They will pick things up and put them down and haul them out and I will never return. Sunday, August 3 I have taken my things and never returned. All is well except, the lights here are a bit too fluorescent. The courtyard is nice for the turtle pond, but the brick blocks the sun. And, once there was a top lock but now there is not. There is a hole in my door and I can't get it out of my head. There is a hole in my door and now everything is all wrong. Sitting at GMT Tavern with a not very nice martini and the Thomas Pynchon book I just can’t finish or quit. Slow Learner. Slow Learner, just like me. Make it all about me me me. Life is like: another day in my dumb life on my dumb blog talking about me me me. Life does not have to be like this. Life could be like: the hovering curious dominant of their separate lives should resolve into a tonic of darkness and the final absence of all motion (Pynchon). I keep getting stuck on that quote. I keep getting stuck on entropy, which I do not hope to believe in. WHAT YOU SHOULD DO Thursday, August 14 From 9pm at Silver Lining Lounge — Matt Weinberger and Scott Lipps present The Downtown Prom. Hosts include Sid Simons, Anika Jade Levy, Nicole Naloy, and more. Music by Sexy Damion, Blog Analog, Loose Buttons, and Boxxer. DJ sets and more.
March 06, 2026 · Original source
I have decided to quit vice because unless I take my self-experimentation seriously, nothing interesting is going to happen. I don’t take so much pleasure in denying myself the things that I want. At The Marlton Hotel lobby, I was two hours late to meet my aunt for lunch and hungover and she called my father and asked if I was maybe in El Salvador again or perhaps just kidnapped. Small box apartment. No greenhouse roof. I wore an A-line skirt and Banana-Republic-black-top and picked my way across sunlight-streaming in Washington Square Park to arrive late and empty handed. I ran into Olivia in the hotel lobby, and she was glowing with discipline-of-lent and the sign of the cross in black ash on her forehead. I can’t become religious because I can’t even deny myself the things I want, I’d told Joe, a few days earlier. I hadn’t been drinking that night. Well you know what they say about failure rendering humility, he had said, in response, with a smile. And he’d admired my sincerity. And I’d admired his generosity. He’d recommended some literature. This Tremendous Lover (Eugene Boylan, 1946). I’d purchased the texts on ThriftBooks.com and then I’d fallen to sleep listless. Things became worse and then better. In The Marlton Hotel lobby, my aunt asked me if I liked when bad things happened because bad things help my writing. I HATE when bad things happen, I said in response. I HATE when I suffer. I do not WANT to be resilient. I cited a few of my favorite authors who-never-suffered. I like early Babitz and Fanny HOWE, I decreed. I like the-architecture-of-happiness and feng shui and feeling observational. Fanny Howe is kind of sad, my aunt shrugged in response. I hate her POETRY, I said. I picked at my avocado and smoked salmon and did not do so well at modulating my voice. Anyways, it’s more fun though sometimes risky to view measures of necessity as measures of languid experimentation. But nothing interesting happens when nothing gets better or nothing gets worse. And as already mentioned, I hate when things get worse.
fifi

fifi is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 2 times across 2 issues between June 09, 2025 and August 28, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "Kelsey, b2b fifi, and the path"; "Ft Callie Reiff, Raquel Michel, Kelsey, and fifi". It most often appears alongside Baker Falls, Callie Reiff, Chloe Pingeon.

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June 09, 2025
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August 28, 2025
June 09, 2025 · Original source
From 10pm at Public Records — Tour de LES becomes Tour de PR. One photographer, six djs, zero bikes. Featuring Callie Reiff, Raquel Michel, bbbBbBB, Kelsey, b2b fifi, and the path.
August 28, 2025 · Original source
From 10pm at Club Bohemia — Tour de LES returns. Four djs, zero bikes. Ft Callie Reiff, Raquel Michel, Kelsey, and fifi.
Finlay Mangan

Finlay Mangan is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 2 times across 2 issues between February 17, 2025 and March 07, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "Poetry by Angel Prost, Finlay Mangan, Kareem Rahma, Mackenzie Thomas, and Victoria Mbabzi"; "Poetry by Angel Prost, Finlay Mangan, Kareem Rahma"; "Matt Weinberger, Finlay Mangan, Riska Seval". It most often appears alongside Betsey Brown, Caroline Calloway, David.

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February 17, 2025
Last seen
March 07, 2025
February 17, 2025 · Original source
From 12pm - 7pm at byALEXANDER — The Kollection presents Poetry Gallery (2) - "an evolving series of public art installations, activations, and collaborations shifting the forms of live poetry presentation." Poetry by Angel Prost, Finlay Mangan, Kareem Rahma, Mackenzie Thomas, and Victoria Mbabzi. Music by Concrete Husband and Katzpascale.
March 07, 2025 · Original source
From 11pm - late at Casa Bella — Caroline Calloway, Betsey Brown, and Peter Vack present - A Rachel Ormont Afters! The prior screening at The Roxy is unfortunately sold out, but I’ll be at the afters and you should be too! Hosted by soooooo many people! Mike Crumplar, Cassidy Grady, Kareem Rahma, Nick Dove, Sierra Armor, Elena Velez, Perfectly Imperfect, Matt Weinberger, Finlay Mangan, Riska Seval, Humblesuperstar, Poorspigga, Meg Superstar Princes, Andrew Norman Wilson, Charley Shealy, Rylee Stumpf.
Fonie Mitsopoulou

Fonie Mitsopoulou is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 2 times across 2 issues between August 14, 2025 and November 12, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "readings from Myles Zavelo, Honor Levy, Dean Kissick, Jane Dabate, Fonie Mitsopoulou"; "readings, artist talks, and video installations by Fonie Mitsopoulou". It most often appears alongside Amelia, Anika Jade Levy, London.

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Fonie Mitsopoulou
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August 14, 2025
Last seen
November 12, 2025
August 14, 2025 · Original source
London - From 7pm - late at Prince Alfred — Soho Reading Series presents The Farewell to Myles Zavelo Emergency Reading Party ft readings from Myles Zavelo, Honor Levy, Dean Kissick, Jane Dabate, Fonie Mitsopoulou. Hosted by Tom Willis.
November 12, 2025 · Original source
LONDON - From 8pm - 11pm at Candid Arts Trust — Notch Mag celebrates London release of ISSUE 003: CURRENTS. Featuring readings, artist talks, and video installations by Fonie Mitsopoulou, Ariel Rose Poet, Connor Vlb, Banan Al-Nasery, and Gustavo Munoz.
Francesca Keller

Francesca Keller is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 2 times across 2 issues between November 26, 2024 and April 15, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "Francesca Keller will DJ Outer Heaven"; "Francesca Keller opens, Mona Matsuoka closes". It most often appears alongside Jean's, Matthew Gasda, A Very Pussycat Thanksgiving.

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Francesca Keller
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2
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November 26, 2024
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April 15, 2025
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@badgalfra
November 26, 2024 · Original source
Francesca Keller will DJ Outer Heaven
April 15, 2025 · Original source
From 10pm at Jean’s — It’s Girls Night! Francesca Keller opens, Mona Matsuoka closes.
Francesco Clemente

Francesco Clemente is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 2 times across 2 issues between December 22, 2025 and January 27, 2026. The archive places it in contexts such as "Francesco Clemente Travel Diary opens - 'reanimating Eastern and Western mystical traditions through personal experience'"; "Francesco Clemente Travel Diary opens". It most often appears alongside 3, Alexander Perrelli, Anders Lindseth.

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Francesco Clemente
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December 22, 2025
Last seen
January 27, 2026
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@clementestudio
December 22, 2025 · Original source
From 6pm - 8pm at Vito Schnabel — Francesco Clemente Travel Diary opens - “reanimating Eastern and Western mystical traditions through personal experience.”
January 27, 2026 · Original source
From 6pm - 8pm at Vito Schnabel — Francesco Clemente Travel Diary opens - “reanimating Eastern and Western mystical traditions through personal experience.”
Frankie Faccion

Frankie Faccion is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 2 times across 2 issues between November 12, 2025 and December 09, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "Ft readings by Frankie Faccion"; "with Frankie Faccion, Will Kaye, Jaya Twill, and Ethan Joseph". It most often appears alongside London, Marlton Hotel, New York.

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Frankie Faccion
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November 12, 2025
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December 09, 2025
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@nkrchtr
November 12, 2025 · Original source
LONDON – From 7:30pm at Reference Point — SPRAY (the book) launches - “Published following the exhibition at Season 4 Episode 6, ‘Spray’ includes the complete text, imagery, and other ephemera collected and generated during Ella Fleck’s 7 month online performance as “Jonathan Michaels”.” Ft readings by Frankie Faccion, Gabrielle Sicam, Jessica Key, Myles Zaveo, Poorspigga. Hosted by Ella Fox-Martens.
December 09, 2025 · Original source
LONDON - From 7pm at Rivoli Ballroom — Lost Property & Diet Quieter Please present “A Winter Ball” - A night of glitz, glamour, and miscellaneous lectures with Frankie Faccion, Will Kaye, Jaya Twill, and Ethan Joseph. Hosted by Letty Cole. Featuring music from My New Band Believe.
Faith Amanda Fuentes

Faith Amanda Fuentes is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between April 15, 2025 and April 15, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "Hosted by Faith Amanda Fuentes and Jordan Hubert". It most often appears alongside Alex Kazemi, Anthony Galluzzo, BioBat Art Space.

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April 15, 2025
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April 15, 2025
April 15, 2025 · Original source
From 10pm - late at Selva — Hot American Party returns for Vol. 2. Hosted by Faith Amanda Fuentes and Jordan Hubert. The last one was fun, this one is not to miss.
Faith Fuentes

Faith Fuentes is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between March 12, 2025 and March 12, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "Faith Fuentes is having a birthday party". It most often appears alongside 154 Scott BK, Abi Yaga, Ace Hotel Brooklyn.

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Faith Fuentes
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March 12, 2025
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March 12, 2025
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@faithamandafuentes
March 12, 2025 · Original source
From 10pm - late at Shinen — Faith Fuentes is having a birthday party.
Faiz Shakir

Faiz Shakir is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between November 13, 2024 and November 13, 2024. The archive places it in contexts such as "Faiz Shakir — senior advisor to Bernie Sanders and executive director of More Perfect Union — is making some of the best points". It most often appears alongside A Year on Earth with Mr. Hell, Alex Katz, Alex Osman.

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Faiz Shakir
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November 13, 2024
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November 13, 2024
November 13, 2024 · Original source
J. has more faith in the Dems than I do. “They didn’t produce an appealing candidate,” I murmur. This is obviously an understatement. We’re huddled on my bed with hard ciders and a cheese plate. A small gesture of fanfare. On PBS Newshour, we watch newscasters visibly losing their morale in real time as the polling data rolls in. Faiz Shakir — senior advisor to Bernie Sanders and executive director of More Perfect Union — is making some of the best points at the table:
Fantasia

Fantasia is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between January 08, 2026 and January 08, 2026. The archive places it in contexts such as "Fantasia is back with a techno musical composition in free form". It most often appears alongside Abigail Ogilvy Gallery, Abraham Lincoln, Addie.

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Fantasia
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1
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January 08, 2026
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January 08, 2026
January 08, 2026 · Original source
From 10pm - 4am at Rash — Fantasia is back with a techno musical composition in free form.
Father Bartholomew Mary

Father Bartholomew Mary is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between April 21, 2025 and April 21, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "an evening with Father Bartholomew Mary, a Second Commandment fundamentalist... a minor character from a forthcoming novel by Gideon Jacobs". It most often appears alongside 88 Allen Street Hotel, Ada Wickens, Alex Arthur.

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April 21, 2025
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April 21, 2025
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@h0l0.nyc
April 21, 2025 · Original source
From 7pm at EARTH — I’ll be at Gideon Jacob’s Earth Day (and final) performances of IMAGES: A Show. - “Join us for an evening with Father Bartholomew Mary, a Second Commandment fundamentalist who believes images are the problem. Father Mary is blind, Southern, and a minor character from a forthcoming novel by Gideon Jacobs.” | Tickets are required.
Faulkner

Faulkner is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between February 25, 2025 and February 25, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "Sean Thor Conroe, Michael Bible, and Harold Rogers discuss Faulkner". It most often appears alongside 1 storypod, 115 Bowery, 185 E Broadway.

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Faulkner
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February 25, 2025
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February 25, 2025
February 25, 2025 · Original source
Doors @ 7PM, event @ 8PM at 8 St. Marks Place — The Nonschool presents a live recording of 1 storypod. Sean Thor Conroe, Michael Bible, and Harold Rogers discuss Faulkner.
FDR

FDR is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between January 27, 2026 and January 27, 2026. The archive places it in contexts such as "FDR themed social club". It most often appears alongside 3, Alexander Perrelli, Amelia.

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FDR
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January 27, 2026
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January 27, 2026
January 27, 2026 · Original source
WHAT I DID Monday, January 12 I’m in my room and I’m feeling normal. Outside, the streets are winter-warm. Foggy and sweet. Different from El Salvador, which was humid-sweet. Tropics sweet. El Salvador was learning to understand things and also learning to let the wind blow in interesting directions and also learning to stand on my own two feet. On the flight home, I mapped out every day as a container. At JFK, I decided to treat the city like Vacation. Big Bar every Monday. Museums of Illusions. FDR themed social club. Procure activities on Partiful or Instagram or Yelp or through Word of Mouth. I call Amelia to announce my return and my vacation-forever plans. Is this vacation for the sake of transgression or fun? Amelia asks me. New York is over, Matthew was saying, in El Salvador. New York is over, and Los Angeles is it. I suppose we’ll see, I was saying in response. I suppose we’ll see but for now I’ll take all the energy-whirling-back. The flight home was quiet and late. I sat in the very back row of the plane with lots of water and ambient dread. I dreamt of a rocky landing where Avianca (Boeing 787) (Flight 267) touches ground and then immediately takes back off. I dreamt of being robbed. I dreamt of turning around. Dreamt of being scammed. Dreamt of busy days and busy nights in N.Y.C Back home, tonight, and it’s dinner at Lanterna di Vittoria with my friend whom I like because he offers me generosity kind of liminally. He presents a dangling sort of kindness that I did not have to accept or deny. I could accept his kindness later. I could pluck it from thin air, long after he has walked away. Maybe he is just generally cautious like that, or perhaps he intuits my inherent distaste towards drawing definitive conclusions. He is extremely helpful, but I never say thank you for the advice even though I am thankful. I never acknowledge I agree and I think it is better this way. I’m particularly grateful for the ease of it. He’s happy to know he’s right and also to feel useful without any of the misery that accompanies reliance. The grid is blinking in and out today, and so we are all feeling anxious about nuclear war. You too?? my friend says, when I bring up the topic of nuclear war at dinner. Everyone is becoming so much stupider. Small grid means big problems. I am feeling uneasy, sitting in my apartment tonight, knowing all the best minds in the world are coming up short. Later, cotton candy skies turning dark as we’re walking home. The city is freezing over, and hell along with it. Since I cleared my mind head-empty, I have become so much better at being perfect. Since I became religious, I have become so much faster at driving. Since I started telling all my friends that I want no-trouble, none-of-the-time, everything has started to really spiral out of control. I want to be good, I keep on telling Olivia. We go to the gym together every-other-day. She is the only girl with hair that is longer than mine. You are goodest, Olivia tells me. She says it with a smile, and she is very much not-devious so I believe that she believes this to be true. How many millions of dollars do you think were lost when the grid went down? I ask my friend, walking home in the icy city that I just can’t quit. Trillions, he tells me. What do you mean millions? Jesus Christ. Do you know how the GRID works? He gives me a book. Elephants and economy. Something like that. I already have it. I am smug when I tell him so. They already gave me this book in El Salvador. This book is already mine. The grid has already never-existed. Nothing ever happens. New silk eye mask arrived by mail which means: big sleep incoming. Big sleep in mummy mode. Clean room. Room of a girl who respects herself. Every day is something new. This part has always been obvious. Tuesday, January 13 The air is clear in my apartment, but somehow tinged a little bit blue this morning. Somehow kind of record-stretch hazy, which I suppose is what happens when I am tired and outside, it’s foggy. My friend texted while I slept: I am taking on your mannerisms. Texting back now: I don’t really have mannerisms. I could write a story this morning, but instead, I will write mantras in my mind. It’s good to be quiet It’s important to seize control over myself God gives the world to girls who don’t get in their own way. Black velvet hanger left off kilter. Last night, I purchased a blue dress that reminded me of dreams I already forgot. A blue dress to wear in a glass house in a place like Topanga. Bright blue dress to wear while making spring green soup. Purchased the dress with visions of next summer spinning through my mind. Visions of wearing a blue dress and standing barefoot on the wood floor of my parents’ house and making spring green soup. Sitting on the edge of my bed in dark green lulu lemon leggings and black tank top this morning. Cool minty Zyn in mouth, and Celsius in hand. The apartment is a mess, and it has been for a while. Trees are barren and kind of sweet outside my window. I hate this apartment. I want my old apartment back. I want to get everything I’ve ever wanted. I want to get sober and mean it. I want two hours of dedicated time-writing-fiction per day, and two hours of dedicated time walking outdoors writing notes. I want to let no more hours drift. I was not happy to come back to New York, but I do like the parts of the city that just are-what-they-are. Green turtle pond and freezing hands. Big buildings and tour groups. Windy streets. Bustling with people. When I’m at pilates I don’t feel like I need to move to LA, I tell Saorise, in the studio. The toned and old gay man that owns Pilates People runs warm. He cracked the window to let in the frigid winter fog. All the girls are upset about this. The light is silver and bright like a beam. It is a foggy day. We have LA at home, Saiorse says. We have life-like-California, but it’s real-life and it’s right-here. We can stay right here. We can invent different schools of movement. We can even go to Sugarfish Girls mass-exodus a friend group or even a whole entire life because of totally superficial reasons that are totally fake, Saoirse is saying, at Sugarfish. We acquire Saki. I pull my hair into a tight ponytail and I revel in my perfect day. I document my material reality meticulously. I have been training myself to become totally head empty. I have been training myself to gently accept gluttony, and also to be less subject to my whims. Sugar Fish has the sort of generic-upscale interior that reminds you of nothing, and thus reminds you of personal recollections of positive experiences in similar generic upscale interior restaurants. This is how they keep you coming back, I say. Girls couldn’t find a backbone if it hit them over the head, Saiorse says. Girls want to drown their enemies in buckets like kittens. Girls want to pray for you and ask to kiss you and pretend to be your friends. I am starting to feel some animosity, I tell Saorsie. Our meal is light but comes out in many courses. Saiorse is happy to hear about my budding proclivity for negativity. I’ve been telling you these things for years and knowing that it wasn’t yet time for you to listen, Sairse responds. You can pick something really good, or you can pick something that you really really want. Saiorse plays with her salmon sashimi and she doesn’t like soy sauce. Saoirse doesn’t ask me to tell her which one I pick: really good versus really wanted, that is. Do you remember Michael the explorer, Saoirse asks me. I have known Saoirse for a million billion years. We share a million billion strange friends. It’s nice to pour over these things. Internet friends. Federal agent friends. Friend who snuck over the Canadian border a few years ago and then washed up outside a fire pit in The Hamptons. Her explorer friend who we took to Round Swamp market for blueberry muffins after he got back from some place like Antarctica or maybe North Korea. He was not very risk-adverse. He was so worried about you, Saoirse says. Did you know that at the time? He said you seemed so nice. Walking home in the crisp and cold afternoon feeling so nice. Walking through the farmers market. Curling up in bed half asleep half dressed half under covers. Half lonely and half at peace because I love when my apartment is so cold. Cassandra texts that she is going to the museum. Why, I ask? It is our duty to seek out all the latent beauty in the world. Cassandra responds. At night, In Brooklyn, I can listen to Jeff Buckley Forget Her on repeat and think about what I actually want. Purification. Indulging my addictions. Freedom from vice. Sweet music and soft cover of winter fog and little green glass wind chimes hanging from the trees. I like wearing natural fibers and clothing I move easily in and having a uniform and following an obsession to its logical conclusion. I like knowing immediately and totally what it is that I could or could not love. Little dried leaves shivering across the pavement. They look like little rats except for the part where they are very beautiful. I run into one friend smoking on the street in a velvet black jacket when I arrive at the reading. I like your suit, I say. It’s my only suit, he responds. I don’t want to drink but I do want a cigarette and I only like cigarettes when I’m drinking. There’s a glowing strawberry on the wall, and there are a lot of people I have never seen before or at least do not see often. Like the cool theater kids’ basement in college, the girl next to me is saying. Soft snow flurries outside, which serves as a nice reminder that it is still winter. Reading out loud about Florida, Massachusetts and feeling reclusive. Wednesday, January 14 Sweet Wednesday morning, but I’m going to treat it like a Monday. Still listening to Jeff Bukley Forget Her, which makes me want to be somewhere else. Somewhere very cold or very foggy or even, very sunny. Perhaps I should stop hedging and just commit to something. Last night, a boy was ordering a drink and talking about how he was so glad no one was doing dry January this year. He asked his friend what he was drinking. Soda water and cranberry, the friend said. Oh, he said. You’re doing dry January? I’ve been dry for six months, his friend said. I felt so jealous of his friend. So, I know what has to give. Need to take pleasure in denying myself the things I want, etc etc etc. Listening to Forget Her over and over and over again, and turning my head all the way upside down so I can get a look at the snow behind me, but the snow has mostly stopped. Just silver skies all the way, now. Silver skies all the way up and all the way down. Jeff Buckley died at thirty-years-old. Someone who destroyed himself early but at least he had something to show for it. The desire to toss out everything I own becomes pervasive in the snow. The desire to get rid of all these things I wish were not mine. Gathering up all these clothes and throwing them in a big white trash bag. Thinking about the big smile on my face when my mother gave me a blue and shiny dress and then thinking about throwing it in a donation bin which pipelines to landfills, obviously. Hours can pass, percolating in guilt over what to do with this blue dress among other items. There are many more wasteful things than throwing out a dress. Buying and drinking alcohol for example. Buying and eating protein bars just to feel full by which I mean full of trash. Scrolling on my phone. Being cruel. The snow is both coming down and melting outside. Smells like ski racing. Nothing I am getting rid of is special. If the people whom I don’t want to see show up at a party, then I will leave. My friends are in the basement of the party when I arrive. Another friend’s new bar. The wood has been stained dark brown and the place is starting to look formal and nice. My friends are vacuuming and putting away books. We all look like little elves putting the books away, Quinn says. Many interesting books. Esoterics of Health and something about Aliens, for example. Thursday, January 15 Rinse and repeat. Blueish silver light in my apartment, where the sun barely penetrates, but at least nothing is artificial. Outside, everything is melting, melting, melting. White and chipped paint on the fire escape, and I can see the drops of water growing from the metal edges and then… drop! Leafless trees shimmering like they’re coated in gum drops. Each silver water droplet crystallized as its own little form, and then together, they are turning the whole tree silver. Since they turned down the central heating and then I turned off my air conditioner, a few days ago, everything has begun to feel quite quiet. Should we do a dress exchange? I ask Cassandra. Should I bring you your bible and a book called The Elephant in the Brain and also your blue cashmere sweater in exchange for my polyester Aritzia slip? Yes! says Cassandra. The West Village is wet and cold and the church is white and the doors are blue. The dining room of The Marlton Hotel is full of red velvet booths and gold lined mirrors and star shaped yellow lights. The mirrors and the lights make me feel a little bit like I am in a room full of sun, but I am not in a room full of sun. I am in a windowless hotel lobby full of mirrors. Cassandra takes out her Sunday Riley lipgloss. Girls at table over are taking out their Sunday Riley lipgloss. Girls everywhere are just the same. Olivia has her Rapunzel hair bundled up in her scarf like a baboushka. Cassandra is wearing a beautiful red scarf tied around her neck and wearing beautiful gold jewelry. The girls at the table over are talking about how we were created to have gentle souls. Why would anybody make it their mission in life to seek out… chaos? Cassandra interjects. To seek to degrade others, Olivia says. Cassandra teaches me a new word: Odoriferous. Cassandra tells me about her friend who lives in Northern California off the grid, farming salmon or maybe saving them, researching them, I can’t remember. A girl stumbles into the dining room to greet her friends at the table over. I can feel how cold you are, her friends say. I can’t wait to see the ocean again, Cassandra says. It feels really weird going so long without seeing the ocean. I guess I won’t see the ocean again for a while. Thinking about feeling manic. Thinking about every other timeline. Thinking about pouring big glass of water and black coffee with five splenda because I am still glutenous. Getting right to the cusp of something means that in at least a few other timelines, you probably figured it out. Nice to assume you’re capable of that, at least. Nice to know that in another timeline, my diaries are probably anonymous and I can be less vague. Nice to know that in another timeline I can probably lie. I can probably say what I actually mean. Spraying perfume over green sweater and imagining myself as someone who moves more slowly. Ordered a glass of wine because I love relapsing on an empty stomach. Telling Olivia about when my life was hot and cold and up and down and crazy all the time, because for the first time, I am realizing that she did not know me then. It’s hard to describe to someone who wasn’t there. Feeling a little bit nauseous and like I wish I hadn’t spoken. We could be living in the Midwest driving golf carts, Olivia says. Indiana is just corn and soy but not even produced for human production just animal feed or corn syrup, she says. I have a fondness for cornfields, Cassandra says. We could belong to country clubs, Olivia said. I wonder what that is like. Friday, January 16 In my dreams, I am surrounded by water on all sides, Somewhere in El Salvador. Somewhere in Costa Rica. Somewhere with all my friends-from-the-internet, and they do not like my new boyfriend. It’s ok, because I don’t like my new boyfriend too much either. I am scheming with my internet-friends. We are scheming ways to get rid of new boyfriend. Everyone is happy about my plots to get him gone, and no one seems to clock that I am the one who invited him in the first place. We are deep sea fishing. I am hanging by my arms from the edge of the boat and my feet are running through the water while a girl I know to be my best friend fires up the boat faster and faster and faster. I am a little scared. I am having so much fun. Salt water. Earth water. Angel water. I wake up. One light left on, back in New York. Yellow glowing floor lamp, so at least there’s nothing shining overhead. Last night, I was walking through the winter snow sliding on ice and filled with energy and adoration and also two illicit drinks. Listening to music and wind and stopping for gum and diet coke and then washing up in a restaurant that was bustling and warm and dimly lit. Telling my friends not to wait outside. For a while, I wanted to show others the places that had always been mine. It had never been like that before. It had always been more of a self protective sort of thing. Back to letting myself be dragged to kind of nice places to which I have no attachment, now. Talking about myself like I am playing SIMS at dinner. Ordering one diet coke and one piece of fish. Dinner passing kind of assembly line cool. Chill and smooth. In the snow and the ice, everything is seamless and then I’m in a car home so that I do not slip. Things could be quiet and end early but I still just can’t stay put. I become more full of energy, later on. I have become very sick of interiority. I went to a small Italian cafe to pass the later night because when I don’t, I always wish I did. It was a snowy and beautiful night. The cafe was made for families and locals and tour groups and dark and lovely. My new friends were talking about things like art-of-business, so it felt kind of far from myself but I could bear it for some hours. A beautiful life. Trying to be more tender and less neurotic. This does not have to mean everything. A person can just be cautious and nice-for-now. Walked home in the snow. Woke up warm. Still can’t stay away from places that have always been mine. Yellow light emanates from the yellow lamp. Nothing fluorescent. A million things to write over a million times. A million things to consider. A million topics on which the thing to do now is to wait and see. Waiting and seeing. Text about finding a DJ for a party in San Francisco. Email about a party at The Mount Washington Hotel. All these very random things that feel so close to being in reach. Kind of want to go. Kind of want to languish in old and beautiful rooms at the Mount Washington Hotel and in the majestic magic pool and imagine that money flows like water by which I mean spend money like it is water. Opening the window, now. Letting it be morning, now. Have to be clear, now. Sober minded and clear. Time passes like water, too, so that is something else to be wary of. WHAT YOU SHOULD DO Tuesday, January 27 From 8pm at The River — Theme Trivia returns with Medieval Trivia.
Fedotov-Fedorov

Fedotov-Fedorov is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between September 03, 2024 and September 03, 2024. The archive places it in contexts such as "a Fedotov-Fedorov, and Megan Rea. The exhibition explores the relationship between human intervention and the natural world". It most often appears alongside 56 Henry, A.L., Adidas.

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Fedotov-Fedorov
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September 03, 2024
Last seen
September 03, 2024
Instagram handle
@fedotovfedorov
September 03, 2024 · Original source
From 6 - 8pm — ‘Enchanted Gardens’ opens at IRL Gallery, with works on view by Anna Ruth, Clara Gesang-Gottowt, Ilya Fedotov-Fedorov, and Megan Rea. The exhibition explores the relationship between human intervention and the natural world.
Felix Morelo

Felix Morelo is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between September 26, 2025 and September 26, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "Confessions lineup - Felix Morelo, Matt Mondanilie, Mara Stoner". It most often appears alongside Aimee Goguen, Amelia, American Academy of Arts and Letters.

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Felix Morelo
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September 26, 2025
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September 26, 2025
September 26, 2025 · Original source
From 7pm at KGB Red Room — Chloe and Cassidy present a great Confessions lineup - Felix Morelo, Matt Mondanilie, Mara Stoner, Chloe Wheeler, Kate Bolster-Houghton, Dan Baltic, Ed Pankov, and Cassidy Grady.
Fernando

Fernando is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between May 21, 2025 and May 21, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "Hosted by Fernando, Nosebleed, and Saph". It most often appears alongside 99 Scott, Al Warren, Amelia Ritthaler.

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Fernando
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May 21, 2025
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May 21, 2025
May 21, 2025 · Original source
From 10pm at Wiggle Room — Callie Reiff takes over. Music by Callie Reiff and JM Kettle. Hosted by Fernando, Nosebleed, and Saph.
Filip Fufezan

Filip Fufezan is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between April 15, 2025 and April 15, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "special appearances by … Filip Fufezan". It most often appears alongside Alex Kazemi, Anthony Galluzzo, BioBat Art Space.

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Filip Fufezan
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April 15, 2025
Last seen
April 15, 2025
April 15, 2025 · Original source
From 7pm at The Strand Rare Book Room — Alex Kazemi and Kelly Cutrone host the launch of New Millenium Boyz. An old-school New York night, featuring a performance by Lydia Lunch, and special appearances by Honor Levy, Peter Vack, Madeline Cash, Brittany Menjivar, Erin Satterthwaite, Ryan D. Peterson, and Filip Fufezan. Afterparty: Internet Killed The Literary Star from 9pm at Gelso & Grand.
Filip Kostic

Filip Kostic is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between October 07, 2024 and October 07, 2024. The archive places it in contexts such as "with works by...Filip Kostic, Andre Magana, Karyn Nakamura". It most often appears alongside After Hours, Agnes Enkh, AIA New York.

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Filip Kostic
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October 07, 2024
Last seen
October 07, 2024
Instagram handle
@flipkostic
October 07, 2024 · Original source
From 6 - 8pm — MINOTAURS opens at Foreign Domestic. This group show explores sentience, agency, and new and old forms of consciousness. Curated by Harris Rosenblum, with works by Simon Denny, Anthony Discenza, Eli Kessler, Filip Kostic, Andre Magana, Karyn Nakamura, Georgica Pettus.
Finn DeNeuf

Finn DeNeuf is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between November 05, 2025 and November 05, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "editors Finn DeNeuf and Mira IRL". It most often appears alongside 220 Bogart St, 99 Minutes or Less, Alex Da Corte.

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Finn DeNeuf
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November 05, 2025
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November 05, 2025
November 05, 2025 · Original source
From 9:30pm at Brooklyn Center for Theatre Research — Chill Mag hosts their Issue 5 Launch Party with editors Finn DeNeuf and Mira IRL, along with Chill contributors past and present.
Finn Marie

Finn Marie is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between October 13, 2025 and October 13, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "Readings from the novella by Finn Marie, Aliza Simons". It most often appears alongside 365 Apartment, Adriant Khadafhi Bereal, Afters.

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October 13, 2025
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October 13, 2025
October 13, 2025 · Original source
From 7pm at Honey’s — Joyland Publishing presents the launch of All Girls Be Mine Alone by Sophie Strohmeier. Readings from the novella by Finn Marie, Aliza Simons, and Morgan Zipf-Meister. DJ set to follow. | tickets here
Finnegan Shannon

Finnegan Shannon is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between December 09, 2024 and December 09, 2024. The archive places it in contexts such as "The Sixth Are.na Annual launch will feature readings by Finnegan Shannon". It most often appears alongside 171 Canal, 177 Mulberry, 264 Canal.

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Finnegan Shannon
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December 09, 2024
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December 09, 2024
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December 09, 2024 · Original source
From 7pm - 9pm at Heart — Are.na hosts the launch party for Are.na Annual 2025. There will be copies of the book, drinks, and readings. Are.na is one of my favorite corners of the internet - “online software for organizing content, and a toolkit for assembling new worlds from the scraps of the old.” The Sixth Are.na Annual launch will feature readings by Finnegan Shannon, Gerardo Ismael Madera, Reuben Son, and Megumi Tanaka. Custom drinks by Megan Pai and Cammie Lee.
Finnian Lyon

Finnian Lyon is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between May 01, 2025 and May 01, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "featuring...Finnian Lyon, Dominic Murazzi, Caitlin Gillmet". It most often appears alongside 720 Strength Lower East Side, Ali Rq, Anna Ting Möller.

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Finnian Lyon
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May 01, 2025
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May 01, 2025
May 01, 2025 · Original source
From 7pm at 720 Strength Lower East Side — BRCOpenMics presents Reading Series - featuring Shae Sennett, Kristin Stainton, Finnian Lyon, Dominic Murazzi, Caitlin Gillmet, Joanna Yamakami, and Riley Rider. BYOB.
Fiona Alison Duncan

Fiona Alison Duncan is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between July 29, 2025 and July 29, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "Readings by Matilda Lin Berke, Paige K. Bradley, Fiona Alison Duncan". It most often appears alongside A Night of Sermons, Abigail Mlinar, age of individualism.

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July 29, 2025
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July 29, 2025
July 29, 2025 · Original source
From 6pm - 8pm at BANK NYC — Qingyuan Deng and Lily Kwak present a public program extending the exhibition “To Save and To Destroy” into literary realms. Readings by Matilda Lin Berke, Paige K. Bradley, Fiona Alison Duncan, Sophia Giovannitti, Olivia Kan-Sperling, and Diana SeoHyung.
Fiona Miller

Fiona Miller is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between December 03, 2024 and December 03, 2024. The archive places it in contexts such as "Katherine Williams, Matthew Donovan, Liam Powers, Zoe Laris-Djokovic, and Fiona Miller will be reading selections from the mag". It most often appears alongside Alice's Restaurant, Amtrak, Anna.

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Fiona Miller
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December 03, 2024
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December 03, 2024
December 03, 2024 · Original source
From 8pm - 9:30 at Molasses Books — Clocked Out Magazine has rescheduled the issue launch; Election Edition. Katherine Williams, Matthew Donovan, Liam Powers, Zoe Laris-Djokovic, and Fiona Miller will be reading selections from the mag. Free drinks will be served.
Fiona Pearl Miller

Fiona Pearl Miller is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between August 14, 2025 and August 14, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "Contributions from Isabela Cervantes, Paul Messick, Fiona Pearl Miller, Elliot Wright". It most often appears alongside Abundance Meditation, Alice Bailey, Amelia.

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Fiona Pearl Miller
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August 14, 2025
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August 14, 2025
August 14, 2025 · Original source
From 8pm - late at The River — Clocked Out Magazine celebrates the release of Issue 16. Contributions from Isabela Cervantes, Paul Messick, Fiona Pearl Miller, Elliot Wright, and more.
FKA Prince

FKA Prince is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between December 02, 2025 and December 02, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "Readings and performances by ... FKA Prince, Ruby Justice". It most often appears alongside 98th Academy Awards, Airliner, Albany.

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FKA Prince
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December 02, 2025
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December 02, 2025
December 02, 2025 · Original source
From 7pm - late at TJ Byrnes — Montez Press and Perfectly Imperfect host the NYC launch of Dorian Electra’s new book ART. Readings and performances by Dorian Electra, Jane Balfus, Sam Rolfes, Corriane Ciani, Julian Stephan Ribeiro, Andrea Mauri, FKA Prince, Ruby Justice, Nicholas Christensen, Lulu West, Izzy Casey, Lewis Grant, and Count Baldor.
FKA Twigs

FKA Twigs is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between September 10, 2024 and September 10, 2024. The archive places it in contexts such as "the FKA Twigs 'The Body Is Art' Campaign for OnRunning". It most often appears alongside Anika Levy, Annabel Boardman, Antiart.

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FKA Twigs
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September 10, 2024
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September 10, 2024
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@fkatwigs
September 10, 2024 · Original source
I have my eye on Literary Sport; a new activewear line inspired by poets coming September, 2024. There’s an increasing emphasis on the artistry of the body and the art of fitness in health and wellness branding recently. I honestly think this is a welcome departure from GymShark, QuestBars, GNC, etc… It's long been an aesthetic wasteland for Girls Who Like Splenda. Literary Sport is particularly chic, but I’m also intrigued by David's; a new protein bar brand inspired by Michelangelo’s David that unabashedly promises to make their consumers beautiful. I’ve been seeing the FKA Twigs 'The Body Is Art' Campaign for OnRunning all over Manhattan as well. I might be working on a longer story about this trend, so send me thoughts – chloegpingeon@gmail.com
Fleur Geurl

Fleur Geurl is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between February 10, 2025 and February 10, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "Pablo O'Connell, Fleur Geurl, Joe Jordan, and Christian Gail will be performing". It most often appears alongside 131 Chrystie St, Ahmed, Alamo Drafthouse Cinema.

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Fleur Geurl
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February 10, 2025
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February 10, 2025
February 10, 2025 · Original source
From 7pm at Bar Freda — Pablo O’Connell, Fleur Geurl, Joe Jordan, and Christian Gail will be performing. This should be a lovely night.
Forest Fairy

Forest Fairy is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between September 03, 2024 and September 03, 2024. The archive places it in contexts such as "DJ sets by Forest Fairy, texas baby, Chicken, shitpills, and AliRQ". It most often appears alongside 56 Henry, A.L., Adidas.

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Forest Fairy
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September 03, 2024
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September 03, 2024
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@forestfairyx32
September 03, 2024 · Original source
From 9pm - 3am — The Femcels debut at Pretty Garden Club with a Fashion Tweak party. Also featuring hi im home and thanks god. DJ sets by Forest Fairy, texas baby, Chicken, shitpills, and AliRQ
Forrest Muelrath

Forrest Muelrath is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between November 19, 2024 and November 19, 2024. The archive places it in contexts such as "Forrest Muelrath, Lily Bix Daw, Vivi Hayes, and Chloe Wheeler". It most often appears alongside Adeline, Adriana Furlong, Aimee Armstrong.

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Forrest Muelrath
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November 19, 2024
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November 19, 2024
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@forrestmuelrath
November 19, 2024 · Original source
From 8pm - late at Sovereign House — Expat Press is hosting an evening of readings and performance. This is another one I’m personally very excited about - lots of very special out of town writers and artists are showing up for the occasion. Ft Curtis Eggleston, Sean Kilpatrick, Nicholas Rall (w/ E_Death), Forrest Muelrath, Lily Bix Daw, Vivi Hayes, and Chloe Wheeler.
Fra Angelico

Fra Angelico is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between September 17, 2025 and September 17, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "Frau Angelico's Adoration of the Magi". It most often appears alongside 1301PE, Aamina Khan, Adoration of the Magi.

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Fra Angelico
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September 17, 2025
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September 17, 2025
September 17, 2025 · Original source
WHAT I DID Saturday, September 13 8:01am Driving over the Williamsburg Bridge where the skyline of New York City (the place where the Energies have been swirling back to life but all kinds of evil ones) is now tinged kind of light blue. The gallery last night was orange and swirling with smoke which made me gag. I couldn't really hear the readings. Something about grilled chicken. Do you think we got second hand high, my friend asked me. Do you think anything artistically interesting happens anymore? We found other friends, then, which is a good thing about New York City; insofar as it always feels quite small. We meandered further downtown for a while which was nice despite everywhere feeling a bit like a crime scene and sleep deprivation due to current events in my personal life and also on a more global and national scale. 8:27am There's a cemetery that is green green green in Middle Village and the graves are all topped with angels. There are bumper stickers that say TEACH SOMEONE HOW TO PRAY THE ROSARY on a gray car and MAKE NAZI’S AFRAID AGAIN on a blue car. 8:39am Listening to La Bás by Huysmans on tape in the car. "He could not stay in one place long and kept on inventing reasons to leave the house," the recording says. 11:29am It is sunny in Delaware and the billboards in New Jersey are amazing. Staring at my kind of puffy reflection in a streaked mirror at a rest stop feeling kind of weightless to be outside Manhattan which is kind of how it always goes these days. I do the things I need to do, but I’m not sure if that makes them right. I try to be precise and honest. I have not been acting very Selfless, but there are other things to consider besides Nobility and Sacrifice. Purchase: uncrustables and celsius. Interrogate the mundane because there is only so much one can glean from The Bigger Picture. A dress from Zara is kind of Washington-DC-Chic. This, or a side-zip sale-rack dress from DVF. I pumped my veins full of microplastics and bought an ill-fitting wardrobe. I drank iodine until my thyroid exploded. I got a tick-born illness and now steak tartar triggers anaphylactic shock. It is good that nothing bad has ever happened. 1:00pm Washington DC is Butterworth’s bone marrow for lunch and then the bookstore nearby to purchase a new copy of Paradise Lost and then The National Gallery where I like the Italian Renaissance section best because all the images are very well preserved and reverent. The most special works to me are Frau Angelico’s Adoration of the Magi and David with the Head of Goliath ceremonial shield because it’s satisying to imagine someone going into battle with something so bejewled and decedant despite the cermemonial nature of the shield that renders this idea irrelevant and a painting that I note as just Big Baby which is wonderful because the angel wings depicted are transparent like the light is just starting to rise. There is Cupid With The Wheel of Time and Bachuus floor tiles. Bachuus being; God of wine revelry and fertility. I grew up in a home peppered with masks of Bacchus and, in my old apartment we adorned the walls in masks of Bachuus, too. I tell my friends how I bought one ceramic Bachuus mask in April and then other masks kept on arriving in the mail after that. It was a colorful kind of Venetian mask to start, and then the ones that came after were darker and smaller. Like something out of a horror movie, my friends say. And this is kind of true yes, except like all reverent images or omens one can seek either good or evil or one can also choose to accept that; the most simple explanation is always the true one. And things used to be so much more interesting because everyone was much more reverent, I am thinking. Except then we walk over to the French area where the art is less reverent but more like a fairy tale. Hubert Robert’s The Ponte Salario and Francois Boucher’s Allegory of Painting and Fragonard’s Blindman’s Bluff, which makes me feel full of light Jean Honoré Fragonard’s Blindman's Buff (1775-85) - Photo via The National Gallery WHAT YOU SHOULD DO Wednesday, September 17 From 7pm at EARTH — I Feel Like Seth Price in 2012 commences with BEFORE AND AFTER WRITING book launch and reading and record launch.
Francesca D'Alessandro

Francesca D'Alessandro is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between February 15, 2026 and February 15, 2026. The archive places it in contexts such as "Readings by...Francesca D'Alessandro, Dove Ginsburg, and Ava Doorley". It most often appears alongside Abe Shapiro, Aidan Lapoche, Alan Parker.

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February 15, 2026
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February 15, 2026
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February 15, 2026 · Original source
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Francesca Lia Block

Francesca Lia Block is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between November 12, 2025 and November 12, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "Readings by Enzo Escober, Francesca Lia Block, Gerlan Marcel". It most often appears alongside 10 Today, 7, @quietluke.

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November 12, 2025
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November 12, 2025
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November 12, 2025 · Original source
From 7pm - 9pm at Surrender Dorothy — The Whitney Review hosts a reading in celebration of Issue 006. I have a mini review of Anika Jade Levy’s fabulous new book Flat Earth in here. Readings by Enzo Escober, Francesca Lia Block, Gerlan Marcel, Mara Mckevitt, and Umesi Michael Louis. Vibes are haunted horror. If you can’t make it today. || RSVP required. And if you can’t make it today, Surrender Dorothy is still worth checking out - a new artist-run Wizard of Oz concept store.
Francesca Wade

Francesca Wade is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between August 28, 2025 and August 28, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "John-Baptiste Oduor, Francesca Wade, and Orlando Reade". It most often appears alongside A Horse with No Name, A Night of Male Readings, Amelia.

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August 28, 2025
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August 28, 2025
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August 28, 2025 · Original source
LONDON - From 7:30pm at Rose Lipman Building — Soho Reading Series returns with The Lonely Crowd Gala, ft readings from Stephanie Wambugu, Andrew Durbin, Susie Boyet, John-Baptiste Oduor, Francesca Wade, and Orlando Reade.
From 11pm - 4am at Studio — Donna Francesca and Tim Lucent host a party. This is a cool new club under Maison Nur that I’m excited about. - “dress the part. no effort, no entry.”
Francine

Francine is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between April 21, 2025 and April 21, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "Alex Berns, Francine, Ada Wickens, and more". It most often appears alongside 88 Allen Street Hotel, Ada Wickens, Alex Arthur.

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April 21, 2025
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April 21, 2025
April 21, 2025 · Original source
From 8:30pm at The River — DAM at The River is an evening of performances, readings, and talent featuring Maya Ibbitsen, Sam Lathrop, Ewan Lloyd, Grant Payol, Alex Berns, Francine, Ada Wickens, and more.
Francis Ford Coppola

Francis Ford Coppola is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between March 31, 2025 and March 31, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "the aesthetics are reminiscent of the houses in a Francis Ford Coppola film". It most often appears alongside Bitcoin, Bitcoin Beach, Bitcoin Berlin.

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March 31, 2025
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March 31, 2025
March 31, 2025 · Original source
Other restaurants that I like in San Salvador include Monarca - an elegant steakhouse with a garden that feels like its out of a different era. Il Buongustaio (hotel) is good for just dinner, too. Delikat has nice breakfast and smoothies and trees growing through the patio and vines and flowers growing down from the roof. Casa del Cazador is a German Korean BBQ style restaurant where you grill your own food on hot plates inside an old fashioned looking farmhouse, also decorated with a lifesize status of Mary and Jesus and a few other biblical / historical figures. I never went to i4Tavolini, but I heard you reach this spot via long dirt road, and I also heard that the aesthetics are reminiscent of the houses in a Francis Ford Coppola film.
Francis Irv

Francis Irv is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between January 23, 2025 and January 23, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "Hosted by Francis Irv, Nana Wolke, Mindaugas Matulis, Domenik Tarabanski, and Violet Denison". It most often appears alongside 4 Berry Street, 61 Lispenard, A Room of One's Own.

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Francis Irv
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January 23, 2025
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January 23, 2025
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January 23, 2025 · Original source
From 7pm - 10pm at The River — Arcane 3 celebrates their launch. Hosted by Francis Irv, Nana Wolke, Mindaugas Matulis, Domenik Tarabanski, and Violet Denison.
Francis Picabia

Francis Picabia is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between May 01, 2025 and May 01, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "Francis Picabia Eternal Beginnings opens - traveling from Paris to New York". It most often appears alongside 720 Strength Lower East Side, Ali Rq, Anna Ting Möller.

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Francis Picabia
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May 01, 2025
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May 01, 2025
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@me_betseybrown
May 01, 2025 · Original source
From 6pm - 8pm at Hauser & Wirth (542 W 22nd St) — Francis Picabia Eternal Beginnings opens - traveling from Paris to New York, this is the first major solo exhibition exclusively exploring Picabia’s unique final period.
Francois Boucher

Francois Boucher is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between September 17, 2025 and September 17, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "Francois Boucher's Allegory of Painting". It most often appears alongside 1301PE, Aamina Khan, Adoration of the Magi.

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Francois Boucher
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September 17, 2025
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September 17, 2025
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@me_betseybrown
September 17, 2025 · Original source
WHAT I DID Saturday, September 13 8:01am Driving over the Williamsburg Bridge where the skyline of New York City (the place where the Energies have been swirling back to life but all kinds of evil ones) is now tinged kind of light blue. The gallery last night was orange and swirling with smoke which made me gag. I couldn't really hear the readings. Something about grilled chicken. Do you think we got second hand high, my friend asked me. Do you think anything artistically interesting happens anymore? We found other friends, then, which is a good thing about New York City; insofar as it always feels quite small. We meandered further downtown for a while which was nice despite everywhere feeling a bit like a crime scene and sleep deprivation due to current events in my personal life and also on a more global and national scale. 8:27am There's a cemetery that is green green green in Middle Village and the graves are all topped with angels. There are bumper stickers that say TEACH SOMEONE HOW TO PRAY THE ROSARY on a gray car and MAKE NAZI’S AFRAID AGAIN on a blue car. 8:39am Listening to La Bás by Huysmans on tape in the car. "He could not stay in one place long and kept on inventing reasons to leave the house," the recording says. 11:29am It is sunny in Delaware and the billboards in New Jersey are amazing. Staring at my kind of puffy reflection in a streaked mirror at a rest stop feeling kind of weightless to be outside Manhattan which is kind of how it always goes these days. I do the things I need to do, but I’m not sure if that makes them right. I try to be precise and honest. I have not been acting very Selfless, but there are other things to consider besides Nobility and Sacrifice. Purchase: uncrustables and celsius. Interrogate the mundane because there is only so much one can glean from The Bigger Picture. A dress from Zara is kind of Washington-DC-Chic. This, or a side-zip sale-rack dress from DVF. I pumped my veins full of microplastics and bought an ill-fitting wardrobe. I drank iodine until my thyroid exploded. I got a tick-born illness and now steak tartar triggers anaphylactic shock. It is good that nothing bad has ever happened. 1:00pm Washington DC is Butterworth’s bone marrow for lunch and then the bookstore nearby to purchase a new copy of Paradise Lost and then The National Gallery where I like the Italian Renaissance section best because all the images are very well preserved and reverent. The most special works to me are Frau Angelico’s Adoration of the Magi and David with the Head of Goliath ceremonial shield because it’s satisying to imagine someone going into battle with something so bejewled and decedant despite the cermemonial nature of the shield that renders this idea irrelevant and a painting that I note as just Big Baby which is wonderful because the angel wings depicted are transparent like the light is just starting to rise. There is Cupid With The Wheel of Time and Bachuus floor tiles. Bachuus being; God of wine revelry and fertility. I grew up in a home peppered with masks of Bacchus and, in my old apartment we adorned the walls in masks of Bachuus, too. I tell my friends how I bought one ceramic Bachuus mask in April and then other masks kept on arriving in the mail after that. It was a colorful kind of Venetian mask to start, and then the ones that came after were darker and smaller. Like something out of a horror movie, my friends say. And this is kind of true yes, except like all reverent images or omens one can seek either good or evil or one can also choose to accept that; the most simple explanation is always the true one. And things used to be so much more interesting because everyone was much more reverent, I am thinking. Except then we walk over to the French area where the art is less reverent but more like a fairy tale. Hubert Robert’s The Ponte Salario and Francois Boucher’s Allegory of Painting and Fragonard’s Blindman’s Bluff, which makes me feel full of light Jean Honoré Fragonard’s Blindman's Buff (1775-85) - Photo via The National Gallery WHAT YOU SHOULD DO Wednesday, September 17 From 7pm at EARTH — I Feel Like Seth Price in 2012 commences with BEFORE AND AFTER WRITING book launch and reading and record launch.
Frank & Burt

Frank & Burt is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between February 03, 2025 and February 03, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "Frank & Burt plus parody song performance and Dance Party". It most often appears alongside Abscissa #2, Adderall, Adriana Furlong.

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Frank & Burt
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February 03, 2025
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February 03, 2025
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@nkrchtr
February 03, 2025 · Original source
...ss Manhattan, Gunner Dongieux, and more. - From 7pm in Bushwick (RSVP for location) — Confessions NYC presents Furt Party , with Burt Bronx and Frank Hassle. - “Q&A with Frank & Burt plus parody song performance and Dance Party.” Saturday, February 8 - From 6pm - 8pm at Jeffrey Deitch — Kim Hastreiter presents a group show titled “My Amazing Friends”...
...ss Manhattan, Gunner Dongieux, and more. - From 7pm in Bushwick (RSVP for location) — Confessions NYC presents Furt Party , with Burt Bronx and Frank Hassle. - “Q&A with Frank & Burt plus parody song performance and Dance Party.” Saturday, February 8 - From 6pm - 8pm at Jeffrey Deitch — Kim Hastreiter presents a group show titled “My Amazing Friends” - ft works by many incredible artists and fr...
Frank Hassle

Frank Hassle is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between February 03, 2025 and February 03, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "Furt Party, with Burt Bronx and Frank Hassle". It most often appears alongside Abscissa #2, Adderall, Adriana Furlong.

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Frank Hassle
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February 03, 2025
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February 03, 2025
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@nkrchtr
February 03, 2025 · Original source
From 7pm in Bushwick (RSVP for location) — Confessions NYC presents Furt Party, with Burt Bronx and Frank Hassle. - “Q&A with Frank & Burt plus parody song performance and Dance Party.”
Frankie Wiener

Frankie Wiener is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between May 21, 2025 and May 21, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "Readings by ... Frankie Wiener, and Simon Wu"; "er, Frankie Wiener, and Simon Wu. DJs". It most often appears alongside 99 Scott, Al Warren, Amelia Ritthaler.

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Frankie Wiener
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May 21, 2025
Last seen
May 21, 2025
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@nkrchtr
May 21, 2025 · Original source
From 7pm - 1am at Earthly Delights — Writing on Raving celebrates the launch of their print anthology with readings and an after party. I’ve followed this project as it progresses online over the past few years. They have really forefronted a beautiful and serious style of nightlife writing, and I’m excited to see this in print. Readings by Shawn Dickerson, Tim roehlich, Jesus Hilario-Reyes, Anne Lesley Selcer, Frankie Wiener, and Simon Wu. DJs - Morenxxx, Relaxer.
Frederick Rivera

Frederick Rivera is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between February 25, 2025 and February 25, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "Directed by Frederick Rivera, featuring Page Garcia, Dillon Savage, Patrick Sturm"; "Directed by Frederick Rivera". It most often appears alongside 1 storypod, 115 Bowery, 185 E Broadway.

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Frederick Rivera
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February 25, 2025
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February 25, 2025
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@verapr.co
February 25, 2025 · Original source
From 8pm at The Woods (1826 Palmetto Street Queens, NY) — Athens Theatre Group Presents a rendition of Stephen Belber’s TAPE (1999). Directed by Frederick Rivera, featuring Page Garcia, Dillon Savage, Patrick Sturm, and more.
Funto Omojola

Funto Omojola is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between November 12, 2024 and November 12, 2024. The archive places it in contexts such as "readings by Qingyuan Deng, Terry Nguyen, Funto Omojola, Conor Truax". It most often appears alongside 169 Bar, Adeline Swartzendruber, aesthetic and moral nihilism.

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Funto Omojola
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1
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November 12, 2024
Last seen
November 12, 2024
November 12, 2024 · Original source
At 6pm — Island Gallery presents readings by Qingyuan Deng, Terry Nguyen, Funto Omojola, Conor Truax, and Stephanie Njeri Wambugu.
Fyodor Dostoevsky

Fyodor Dostoevsky is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between October 06, 2025 and October 06, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "Third filming of Dostoevsky's White Nights, transposed to '70s Paris". It most often appears alongside 720 Strength LES, 92NY, A.M. Homes.

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Fyodor Dostoevsky
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October 06, 2025
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October 06, 2025
October 06, 2025 · Original source
From 4:40pm at Film Forum — Bresson’s Four Nights Of A Dreamer (1972) screens. - “Third filming (following Visconti’s) of Dostoevsky’s White Nights, transposed to ’70s Paris.” Worth seeing before it closes.