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Collected Agenda with Lydia Sviatoslavsky

December 09, 2025 · Original source

LONDON - From 8pm - late at Lost Club Night — Lost x Soho Reading Series presents their debut, ft Geoff Dyer, Róisín Lanigan, Tanjil Rashid, Yoel Noorali, and Jodie Harsh. Hosted by Tom Willis. Music hall and cub night to follow.

Inline links: Lost Club Night, Lost, Soho Reading Series

Tess Manhattan6 mentions across 6 issues

Tess Manhattan is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 6 times across 6 issues between July 27, 2024 and March 12, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "hosted by Tess Manhattan, TrustFundGoth, and more"; "featuring works by Clara Collins, Emilia Howe, Tess Manhattan, and others"; "Readings by Tess Manhattan, Reuben Dendinger, and Chris Zeischegg". It most often appears alongside Annabel Boardman, Chloe Pingeon, Collected Agenda.

Article page: Tess Manhattan
Mention count: 6
Issue count: 6
First seen: July 27, 2024
Last seen: March 12, 2025
Instagram handle: @the.realrealreal

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COLLECTED AGENDA #6 July 27, 2024
COLLECTED AGENDA #7 August 14, 2024
Playing With Glass November 05, 2024
Collected Agenda with Lydia Sviatoslavsky November 13, 2024
Dream Logic February 03, 2025
Rules for Clarity March 12, 2025

Annabel Boardman 4 shared issues
Chloe Pingeon 4 shared issues
Collected Agenda 4 shared issues
KGB 4 shared issues
Sovereign House 4 shared issues

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COLLECTED AGENDA #6

July 27, 2024 · Original source

Sunday, August 4 from 2pm - 9pm - Princess Gallery celebrates the new moon, hosted by Tess Manhattan, TrustFundGoth, and more. I believe Princess Gallery is a new space on Henry Street, but specific details are unclear. What we do know: the new moon is “a time for manifesting & shedding what does not serve ??”

Inline links: Princess Gallery, Tess Manhattan, TrustFundGoth

COLLECTED AGENDA #7

August 14, 2024 · Original source

Thursday, August 15 from 6pm to 9pm - Princess Gallery opens their first group exhibition, featuring works by Clara Collins, Emilia Howe, Tess Manhattan, and others. I’m yet to visit Princess Gallery, Heart House, Pretty Garden Club, etc… but it seems to have been a busy summer for the openings of event spaces with dainty names.

Inline links: Princess Gallery, Clara Collins, Emilia Howe, Tess Manhattan, Heart House, Pretty Garden Club

Playing With Glass

November 05, 2024 · Original source

From 7pm at Sovereign House — Christopher Zeischegg makes a rare NYC appearance to celebrate the launch of The Magician with a night of alter egos. I recently read and loved this book - “an incantatory trip into the heart of darkness”. Come as you are (or as you are not). Readings by Tess Manhattan, Reuben Dendinger, and Chris Zeischegg. A short film screening of THE MAGICIAN will follow, inspired by the harrowing story behind the text.

Inline links: Sovereign House, Christopher Zeischegg, The Magician, Tess Manhattan

November 13, 2024 · Original source

Chris, who I haven’t yet met in person, is visiting from LA for the event. The lineup is solid: artist-writer Tess Manhattan, Cursed Images author Reuben Dendinger, and Chris himself. A screening of The Magician short film (inspired by the making of text) will follow the readings. Later, Senegalese experimental hip hop artist iD-SuS will take the stage.

Inline links: Tess Manhattan, Cursed Images, iD-SuS

Dream Logic

February 03, 2025 · Original source

From 7pm at TJ Byrnes — Pop Gun celebrates the launch of their inaugural zine; The 60s. Reading and performances by Adriana Furlong, Qingyuan Deng, Tess Manhattan, Gunner Dongieux, and more.

Inline links: TJ Byrnes, Pop Gun

Counterculture in America

March 12, 2025 · Original source

From 6pm at Lubov — A 48 hour haircutting event begins. Haircuts offered by over 70 artists, gallerists, designers, musicians (none of them, as far as I know, stylists by trade, so attend at your own risk) - including Annie Armstrong, Emma Stern, Jamian Julian-Villani, Vita Hass, Sam Falb, and more. Organized by Masha Gaze and Timmy Simonds. Music by Gabriel Hollis, Marika Thunder, and more. Readings by Nick Dove, Sierra Armor, Tess Manhattan, and more. A Club Chess popup, screenings, cigarettes, quests (?). There’s too many people involved to list them all, but you have a full weekend to attend and see what you discover for yourself.

Inline links: Lubov, Masha Gaze, Timmy Simonds

Teddy Quinlivan5 mentions across 5 issues

Teddy Quinlivan is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 5 times across 5 issues between October 14, 2024 and March 25, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "Teddy Quinlivan hosts the first of new party series Electric Pussycat"; "Teddy Quinlivan hosts another rendition of new house and electronic party series Electric Pussycat"; "Teddy Quinlivan hosts Electric Pussycat". It most often appears alongside Jean's, Electric Pussycat, Sovereign House.

Article page: Teddy Quinlivan
Mention count: 5
Issue count: 5
First seen: October 14, 2024
Last seen: March 25, 2025
Instagram handle: @teddy_quinlivan

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October in America October 14, 2024
Counterculture in America November 12, 2024
Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence November 19, 2024
My lame blog February 17, 2025
How to Redeem Yourself March 25, 2025

Jean's 5 shared issues
Electric Pussycat 4 shared issues
Sovereign House 4 shared issues
Arden Wohl 3 shared issues
Chloe Pingeon 3 shared issues

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October in America

October 14, 2024 · Original source

Later, from 10pm - late at Jean’s — Teddy Quinlivan hosts the first of new party series Electric Pussycat

Inline links: Jean’s, Teddy Quinlivan, Electric Pussycat

November 12, 2024 · Original source

Later, from 10pm - late at Jean’s — Teddy Quinlivan hosts another rendition of new house and electronic party series Electric Pussycat

Inline links: Jean’s, Teddy Quinlivan, Electric Pussycat

Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence

November 19, 2024 · Original source

Later (from 10pm - late) at Jean’s — Teddy Quinlivan hosts another rendition of new house and electronic party series Electric Pussycat

Inline links: Jean’s, Teddy Quinlivan, Electric Pussycat

My lame blog

February 17, 2025 · Original source

From 10pm at Jean’s — Teddy Quinlivan hosts Electric Pussycat, ft DJ Jaie Gon. (weekly event)

Inline links: Jean’s, Teddy Quinlivan, Electric Pussycat

How to Redeem Yourself

March 25, 2025 · Original source

From 8pm - 10pm at Jean’s — Alex Arthur presents The Official Electric Pussycat Karaoke Pregame. As always, Teddy Quinlivan’s Electric Pussycat Party to follow.

Inline links: Alex Arthur, Teddy Quinlivan’s

Thomas Pynchon5 mentions across 5 issues

Thomas Pynchon is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 5 times across 5 issues between July 27, 2025 and October 27, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "Reading Pynchon stories full of strange winding houses and the dream logic spaces that their basements open into"; "Thomas Pynchon "Entropy""; "the Thomas Pynchon book I just can't finish or quit". It most often appears alongside New York, Amelia, England.

Article page: Thomas Pynchon
Mention count: 5
Issue count: 5
First seen: July 27, 2025
Last seen: October 27, 2025

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Walk The Cotswolds July 27, 2025
Do you find everything interesting? Have you ever been bored? Was your last emotion in 2015? August 14, 2025
Drinking Dreams September 04, 2025
Perfect Little Life September 12, 2025
Autumn Secrets October 27, 2025

New York 4 shared issues
Amelia 3 shared issues
England 3 shared issues
Le Bain 3 shared issues
London 3 shared issues

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Walk The Cotswolds

July 27, 2025 · Original source

Thomas Pynchon “Entropy” Thursday, July 24 Winchim is a very ancient town, the taxi driver tells me. I have been here for a few days now and already my lungs feel pumped full of air and spirit and the moments of solitude feel quite still and nice. Being alone is no longer fire alarms immediately and then alert, abort, sitting in a bar with a sparkling water til close. None of this, anyways. None of it here. Sitting in the forest full of contentment. Sitting in the secret garden full of apple elderflower juice, black coffee, rye banana bread. Winchim has been on a downward spiral for the past fifty years, the taxi driver tells me. Something about Henry the 8th, the monasteries, the drought, a tremendous amount of damage. It was all on a selfish note, the taxi driver told me. The walk today was foggy and long and I liked it best. I liked the church on Tuesday best of all, but I liked the walk today. It is kind of plotless, this walking walking walking. I have never wanted chaos. I have wanted pure metabolic function and to stay up late. Friday, July 25 Church, lying under a beach tree, cricket field established by the author of Peter Pan. I went down to the hotel bar to read about Entropy (which I hope to not believe in. Downstairs, the evening festivities were moving into their final hour. I don't know if you're drinking or anything, the bartender said to me. Must I, I said. You can do anything you want, the bartender said. The bar was lined with portraits of polo sport and big yellow orbs. The fields outside were misty and gray and peppered with racing horses. The grass was soft and sweet and so, I'd stopped for a while. You will have to hop a barbed wire fence to avoid a small horned cow and his mates, an old man had said. You will have to learn to wait a while, my father had said. There had been another warplane, only this one over the pasture not the college, and I had not quit believing in signs and symbols just yet. Outside, the pub was bright, lethargic and chilly. The hotel felt something like a sanctuary. Royal green walls and no night terrors in foggy fields and self containment. And it's been nice to be brought back to the things that were mine first. They'll pick up the bags at eight in the morning. We'll loop back around to the marsh where we began. WHAT YOU SHOULD DO Travel advice for something quite restorative: I walked The Cotswolds via Mickledore Travel which is nice because I detest tours and organized fun of any kind, but this “tour” requires zero interaction with anyone outside of your travel companions and friendly strangers. Accommodations are booked across a walking route and every morning bags are picked up from a drop spot along the route and deposited at the next destination the following evening. Unburdened by baggage, you then hike to your next inn. There are little towns peppered along the route, as well as sheep fields, castles, horses, and ruins. It really is more of a long walk than a hike, which I find to be more pleasant than hut-to-hut backpacking or other similar adventures I have attempted in the past. You still are walking some ten to sixteen miles a day, so you will not feel bored or lazy.

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WHAT I DID Monday, July 21 There was lots of turbulence on the plane to London and my good mood was effusive. I wrote for all six hours of transit. My seat-mate played hang man on the Virgin Atlantic TV. Next door, I scribbled frantically. On review, every word was about Me Me Me. There was rain that started all at once in the greenhouse apartment, in New York, in the afternoon, before I left. The drops started heavy over my glass house and then the walls turned to waterfalls and a siren howled down the streets towards the left and I did not feel, for the first time in some time, like I would do anything to leave here with sluggish abandon and never return. Choppy and treacherous plane ride. By the way, Iris texts me. A Push For More Organ Transplants Is Putting Donors At Risk. Yes, I text Iris. Though, my aversion to medical generosity in death is not so much due to risk as it is the Purgatory between Oneself and Someone Else. I wake up at cool ten pm sunset in the Redesdale Arms Hotel, Moreton-In-Marsh, Cotswolds, England. The plans were made in different seasons and the summer has pumped things full of gluttony and inconvenience so, it is still nice to get away. I will try to go back to sleep. I will try to read the wall texts in the closet of this hotel, which they have told me once was haunted. We arrived early. My father found an illustrated biography on Shelley and his friendship with Byron at the pub in England. It is gray and chilly here and I do not quite know what to do with myself on measured time. I catch the train on time. Moreton-in-Marsh has one long street, limestone cottages, little gardens. Reading Pynchon stories full of strange winding houses and the dream logic spaces that their basements open into. My room comes with a glass bottle of milk, two oil paintings of deer, a pink ceiling fan, a silver mirror. And I do keep half expecting the floor to open up and swallow me whole, or at least the closet to burst open and reveal something upsetting, delightful, off putting, transgressive and weird. We liked hotels because of anonymity and aesthetic cohesion. Abandon your One-Week-Life. I dozed off with a diet coke in the hotel lobby. Chicken skin orzo risotto and syrup-sweetened lemon lime water at dinner. I tried to articulate, to my father, the types of ways these certain types of people can be - She is bored. She is always looking for some sort of activity to fill the time. She is not bored. She is endlessly entertained by a life sitting very still and thinking about herself. Third option… Tuesday, July 22 I will be hiking from inn to inn here. This is the plan. It is a good plan, all things considered. 8:00am - Follow the river upstream through ancient trees passing the old mill with its waterwheel. 12pm - cut across a field of brambles and sheep towards Sezincote House, where grounds of an Indian estate rise out of the Marsh. It is quite spectacular and seems to be quite abandoned. A caravan decorated on the inside like a love seat sits behind a moat, behind barbed wire. We found a manor for dinner. We found a church before that. It was 1300 years old and it hit me with heavy quiet inside like I have never been so sure to be somewhere before. This is not unusual for people in your circumstances, I was told later. But it was unusual, I said. The door is locked and so you kneel outside. You find a key. You are the only one there and so you stay til almost dusk. You walk miles til almost dark. You are not religious. You have been saying something else. You have been saying a lot of things. You planned a certain type of life in New York. You planned a different type of life first. It looked like wheat fields and wild flowers. You cannot recall one second in which I have ever been bored. Maybe, you have never been bored. Maybe, you lack recollection. Mossy patch under the crabapple tree where I would like to fall asleep. It is kind of just this thing of waiting now. reduce Inflammation, incoming emails, art and life, take a deep breath in and hold it. Wednesday, July 23 8:45 am Because I'm getting sick, when I close my eyes there is no color. Open my eyes, and I told them to leave me behind in Bourton-on-the-Water 12:00pm Pacing three loops around Windrush Public Path and thinking about everything I have ever wanted. It is a bit like a fairytale. Wind in the Willow, Windboy, Back to Oz, I have wanted things like this. The river is nice because the water is clear but the bottom is dirt and fern. So, it's brown a bit but you can still see patterns. Patterns and circles and moss. There are flowers along garden gates. I don't mind when things are a bit precious. 1:13pm I am walking through this little village again now. I am listening to silly music. Writing now. I do need to finish my story. I felt so sick this morning. I thought some little things. I took a little nap. A necklace for me a perfume and a soap for my mother I am kind of glad I skipped the hike today. Dinner was nice last night. It's nice to eat scallops and salmon on spinach shaped toast. It's nice to be sincere in art and life and perhaps to never go to a party again. I put all my cards on the table. It is so good to be busy. I should take the bartending job and remember that is is good to be busy. But, before I even begin to consider these sorts of things, I should sort out my preoccupations. There are worse things. There was a month where I was not so busy. I am pacing through the English countryside now. There was a strange man on the path and it made me jump. I do not believe a life can just fracture and then split into segments, infinite. I do believe that it is just one life all at once. It is desolate but not sad, here. It is very difficult to imagine what the rest of my life will look like. Well, we'll see. I have stories to write. I will walk back to the hotel now and finish my story. That's fine. I quit nicotine and mostly alcohol and anything unhealthy so now it won't feel like my face is melting off. I have red light therapy and a desire to be good. 6:05pm I’m back in the room and I called my best friend, whom I miss. 8:57pm I went to dinner with my mother and my father. I was quite nice and not too much of a vile little bitch full of lots of vitriol and being very unpleasant. 12:56pm open the windows out over thatched hotel roof so the outside air matches in but I am not so lucky with equilibrium and there is still much motion. Thomas Pynchon “Entropy” Thursday, July 24 Winchim is a very ancient town, the taxi driver tells me. I have been here for a few days now and already my lungs feel pumped full of air and spirit and the moments of solitude feel quite still and nice. Being alone is no longer fire alarms immediately and then alert, abort, sitting in a bar with a sparkling water til close. None of this, anyways. None of it here. Sitting in the forest full of contentment. Sitting in the secret garden full of apple elderflower juice, black coffee, rye banana bread. Winchim has been on a downward spiral for the past fifty years, the taxi driver tells me. Something about Henry the 8th, the monasteries, the drought, a tremendous amount of damage. It was all on a selfish note, the taxi driver told me. The walk today was foggy and long and I liked it best. I liked the church on Tuesday best of all, but I liked the walk today. It is kind of plotless, this walking walking walking. I have never wanted chaos. I have wanted pure metabolic function and to stay up late. Friday, July 25 Church, lying under a beach tree, cricket field established by the author of Peter Pan. I went down to the hotel bar to read about Entropy (which I hope to not believe in. Downstairs, the evening festivities were moving into their final hour. I don't know if you're drinking or anything, the bartender said to me. Must I, I said. You can do anything you want, the bartender said. The bar was lined with portraits of polo sport and big yellow orbs. The fields outside were misty and gray and peppered with racing horses. The grass was soft and sweet and so, I'd stopped for a while. You will have to hop a barbed wire fence to avoid a small horned cow and his mates, an old man had said. You will have to learn to wait a while, my father had said. There had been another warplane, only this one over the pasture not the college, and I had not quit believing in signs and symbols just yet. Outside, the pub was bright, lethargic and chilly. The hotel felt something like a sanctuary. Royal green walls and no night terrors in foggy fields and self containment. And it's been nice to be brought back to the things that were mine first. They'll pick up the bags at eight in the morning. We'll loop back around to the marsh where we began. WHAT YOU SHOULD DO Travel advice for something quite restorative: I walked The Cotswolds via Mickledore Travel which is nice because I detest tours and organized fun of any kind, but this “tour” requires zero interaction with anyone outside of your travel companions and friendly strangers. Accommodations are booked across a walking route and every morning bags are picked up from a drop spot along the route and deposited at the next destination the following evening. Unburdened by baggage, you then hike to your next inn. There are little towns peppered along the route, as well as sheep fields, castles, horses, and ruins. It really is more of a long walk than a hike, which I find to be more pleasant than hut-to-hut backpacking or other similar adventures I have attempted in the past. You still are walking some ten to sixteen miles a day, so you will not feel bored or lazy.

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Do you find everything interesting? Have you ever been bored? Was your last emotion in 2015?

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.

Inline links: Matt Weinberger, Scott Lipps, The Downtown Prom

Drinking Dreams

September 04, 2025 · Original source

WHAT I DID Monday, August 24 Lay with filthy tangled hair hanging off the edge of the roof for a while last night, watching the Chase Clock Tower lit up too royal blue and the Empire State Building lit up the nicer sort of baby blue. I've been collecting shades of blue. Kind of navy blue Frankie's Bikini little number reflecting something sort of aqua off my Diet Pepsi on the D-line towards Coney Island. Screaming children on the D-line. Naked man running around trying to steal pedestrians pants on Coney Island. He keeps on saying to the other guy, Darby says - “I like those pants ! Gimme those pants!” And it was all these beautiful friends coming and going last night. Coming and going until it was late, really late, so taxi home and then I ate the toppings off a slice of pizza on the floor with a spoon. I spent the morning alone doing Rituals. Tretinoin before sleep and I did wake up screaming for the first time in a while. Red light therapy and copper multi peptides and avocado eye cream and mineral sunscreen and now I'm on the Subway. Kind of braindead on the subway. It sometimes takes it out of you. This sort of thing can really take it out of you. It's been summer for forever, now. I have a lot more friends now. Connectivity, connected tissue, I walk down Brighton Beach by myself, walk to Tashkent Supermarket for a towel and carrot salad and on the phone I'm saying it is not that I wish for death and even sometimes I fear it but things have become a lot less Risk Averse. I'm a lot less Risk Averse now. It would be better to be dead, someone was saying at the bar last night. She was looking at me eyes all intense and no one was really listening, I could tell no one was really listening but everyone was watching her all the same and I could see them all clenching their bodies and kind of pulling away.. Me particularly, pulling away. Perhaps I'm being self absorbed. It wouldn't be better to be dead, someone else said. He looked at me then, locked eyes which usually makes me kind of uncomfortable but I felt inclined to agree. It's definitely better when nobody is dead, I said. The bar was full of plants and glass. Like a glass jungle, I told my nameless friends at the bar.. That's not very astute, a nameless friend told me. Tonight, the cocktail menu is flavored and priced like a full course meal, and so tonight I order Cold Pizza for dinner. Cold Pizza in a crisp glass bottle, plus greasy fried chicken after that, which comes in thick paper cups. And everyone is so grateful to be alive, tonight. Everyone is so grateful for one more year of life for themselves and for their dear friends particularly. Purple sunrise if I hadn't slept through it. Yellow sunset if I hadn't gritted my teeth and clenched my eyes shut through it. Planted two feet firmly in the ground and screamed through it. First, I made one thousand promises I couldn't keep. Second, I sat on the stoop with an energy drink, water, cool minty menthol gum and the antiseptic kind of sore throat with some bodega spray gripped tight in my hand to heal all my problems. My ailments and the other things. My organs and my mind. Overjoyed to be alive again after leaving my apartment, I told Amelia. It does make things better again, Amelia told me. Tuesday, August 25 Bartending school feels kind of like an alcoholic's vision of a drinking dream. Like holograms of condensation, dim lighting, one takes a sip to the tune of disappointment. Water and food coloring dye. Bowery Park and Whole Foods and JPress nearby and inside; Christmas is coming. Smooth jazz. Everything has felt a bit the same for a time, but my room is clean. Summer is passing. Three months is not so long. Would a functional alcoholic lace up black ankle boots at seven in the morning with a clear mind and bright eyes to catch the train towards midtown towards Bartending School, at the top of the week, at the tail end of August? I am not so good at pretending like anything is changing. Like habits stack towards something greater. It might as well be yesterday, I sigh on the phone. For you, it might as well be yesterday, Amelia agrees. I do the things a person should. Cake for friends' birthdays and the waiter keeps stacking on fees at Union Square Cafe. Cut the cake fee, sit at the table fee, big group of people fee, bring your own food fee. There are other tables next to us all inhabited by people who all appear to be exactly the same, though perhaps I am being uncharitable. Imagine them as skeletons. Imagine them as children. My parents used to tell me this when I was little. Kind of a hack against boredom. I imagine myself as a psychic, looking out on things overpriced and people all exactly the same. You will have a small child and feed her nothing but buttered noodles. You will advance in age but stay exactly the same through invasive surgical facial intervention and stunted social development. You will spend evenings eating french fries with caviar for One Hundred Dollars despite a rich inner world and a childhood pumped full of extracurricular stimulation designed, specifically, to avoid a fate like this. You will fear God more than death and you will understand self destruction to be akin to suicide hence rendering you too, on a trajectory like this, a rather hellish creature. You will wake up in the middle of the night in a small box criss-crossed wood roof apartment in New York City to the sense that there are No Loopholes Left. You will go to bartending school. You will recognize that, while you can be cruel there were other factors at play. There were worse factors at play. Wednesday, August 26 Walking from Greenwich Village to Long Meadow in Prospect Park with a bag filled up with white linen and Thomas Pynchon and a plan to celebrate sweet Sylvie's birthday. A different sort of nostalgia in the air today. Nostalgia of all sorts being kind of a form of mental illness, of course but once - we were woodland fairies. Once, there were fall morning running races and cranberries that crunched under bare feet on Massachusetts roads. Once, there were rounds of Tom Collins in a kind of jazzy jungle garden restaurant in the tropics that my boyfriend who liked gender-roles enjoyed because they wouldn't let girls order their own drinks. Once, I went to the Yankees game in late August, blue and pink hazy skies, the sort of advertisements that blare out notes about Fast Food and Safe Driving in the stadium, and the sort of crowd that is so big it starts inspiring feelings of Life and Spirit rather than Homogoninity and Dread. Once, I walked from bartending school full of Tom Collins, Chambord, a sip of walnut martinini, frangelico liquor. Walked to Caffe Reggio for egg white omelet, toast, a creamy cannoli. Walking to Prospect Park a little bit tipsy. Thinking about the sort of things I used to pretend to care about. Writing about the sorts of things I used to pretend to care about. Writing it all down. Writing and walking. Writing it everywhere. Writing it on the walls. Though, I'm not so bad at keeping secrets anymore. Thursday, August 27 Amelia and I sat at Caffe Reggio until close last night, and now I have returned. Tomato soup and side grilled chicken and creamy cannoli and mint tea because things feel decadent again. Limited consumption. I haven’t really been limiting consumption. The waitress is complimenting the gray sweatpants on the boys at the table over from me, and the waitress seems to be vaguely annoyed with me, though I am trying to be pleasant. Thanks the sweatpants cost enough, the boys are saying, at the table over. Thanks we didn't realize we couldn't split the bill, Amelia and I were saying, last night, our tea was four dollars total and everything was starting to feel a little bit hazy. Sitting on the floor at sunrise, this morning, Amelia and I were watching videos from Miami. Videos from Bahamas. Videos from New York City, 2022, we'd been at all the same parties, but I hadn't known a soul. BAHAMAS, we are beaming, in one video, in the back of a taxi cab, streaking over MacArthur Causeway, Miami-Dade County, Florida, and so, as I recall, the driver was confused. I'm putting on makeup in the photo booth webcam on the floor of a hotel room and Amelia is talking in the background. It's Opposite Day in the background. Who had a mental breakdown, someone is saying in the background. From an outsider's perspective, who was it who had a mental breakdown? Friday, August 28 6:30pm, and I am back at IFC for my third viewing of Diva (1981) in twenty-four hours. I came to view Diva (1981) for the third time in twenty-four hours, because I became very sick of thinking about myself. This is a desirable alternative. The film is beautiful, and I wish to live in places like the apartments pictured. A large and wrecked studio in a car park with painted walls and recording equipment or, a hotel in Paris or, a castle by the sea or, the best one of all is a large blue flat full of puzzles and high ceilings and echoing sea sounds and an aqua glow and a man who wants to learn to stop the waves. They are fighting crime in the film. They are entrapping the criminals and they are doing it kind of like performance art. I don’t wish to spoil the ending. It really is the perfect little film. So; I will send out the recipe for zucchini (courgette) soup, and I will explain away the things I did in breathless optimism as things I did while bored. I will go to The Scratcher, Killarney Rose, Funny Bar, then Gospel then Caffe Reggio again - these are the decadent places to which I continue to return. I will draw my name with Riley on the table in crayon writing Best Friends Forever and listen to Feryquitous ft Sennzai and Sigur Rós and John Maus and think about Switzerland, Iceland, having a lot of dreams about places that are lush, lush, lush. Thinking about places that are quiet quiet quiet. Thinking about places that are green green green. Feels like Fall, outside, after church. Amelia woke me up in a living room that looked like a library and she was screaming that the air was poison. I was difficult to awaken, because it is my own delusions of poison air that wake me up screaming on other nights. Different from tonight. I was reminding myself of reality. I was reminding myself of delusions and keeping my eyes clenched shut while Amelia screamed. Well, the air wasn’t poison after all, just late night and late august and heavy with mosquitos and dust from renovations and revelations and; we walked back to the cafe. I walked through Washington Square Park at dawn. The doorman wished me good night at seven in the morning and the cycles repeated. It isn’t opposite day and we aren’t in hell, just working on things like bed time and emotional regulation. Working on archiving the things that happen outside of my head. It becomes good to have been an archivist all along. It becomes good to become sick of dealing with things mainly in repetition. WHAT YOU SHOULD DO Thursday, September 4 From 6pm at Carinito — Saloon is throwing a party. Drinks from Dio. Dancing, DJ, tacos, etc

Inline links: Carinito, Saloon, throwing a party

Perfect Little Life

September 12, 2025 · Original source

WHAT I DID Sunday, September 7 Woke up to something amazing happening. More rain outside and also, a message from Emma. How are you? Emma asks. Like no time has passed at all, though of course, years have. There are other things to think about first. Octopus and shrimp salad and some cicen cheese at Tashkent Market. Interrogate one’s own sincerity. I am certain that Emma lives a very full and rich life now. I am not sure where in the world she is. I will know this soon. The first time I met Emma, her mom drove her to my house as a friend of a friend on her sixteenth birthday. I made signs to welcome my new acquaintance. Strung up HAPPY BIRTHDAY EMMA and WE HEART EMMA on poster board in neon sharpie above the wooden porch to greet her when she arrived. Nice to meet you Emma, I remember saying. The formality was awkward because I really wanted Emma to already be my friend. Later, I posted a photo of Emma and I hugging on the beach. Happy birthday Emma, I posted. Like plastering our pseudo-friendship online would make it real. After Emma and I became friends, and after Emma got her learner’s permit a few months after that, she would drive around Natick, Massachusetts with me hidden in the back of her trunk looking for parties that we’d find posted on YikYak. We would come home disappointed, usually, drinking a few warm beers in her parents’ basement or sitting with people we didn’t really know on the outer edges of my parents back yard. A few years had passed that way, and then another year hitchhiking around the Balkans after high school. Emma had convinced me to come bartend in Budapest and so I’d lost or maybe gained another life, here, drinking liquor and taking pills from strange cups in hostel hallways. Hitching rides from strange women across the Montenegro border. We’d bought loaves of bread and tomato sauce and bottles of wine to drink in the backseat and we'd driven for quite some time along coastlines and corn fields. They burned brush to prevent forest fires in this part of the world, and so often the sides of the highway would be almost totally ablaze. Emma and I were always half asleep, half drunk, half larping as destitute and disassociated and developing an early onset case of Peter Pan syndrome as mostly mine but kind of our cerebral ambitions paled in comparison to the magical ephemerality of our alcoholic, older, nomadic, wandering compatriots. My best friend Emma was more solid than I was. She had traveled for a while longer while I washed up in a hotel room in Albania and then, a flight back to Boston. Emma sold coffee in Morocco and then attended Georgetown. Emma calls mid afternoon. Are you still in New York? Emma asks me. She’s in the car in San Diego and she’s driving home from the beach with her boyfriend. Emma and her boyfriend are laughing. The perfect little life. Sitting on the edge of my bed in my New York studio apartment and I’m feeling kind of giddy because here I am, suddenly, with this perfect little window into the perfect little life. It’s exactly as I suspected. I talk quickly at Emma for about twenty minutes when I pick up the phone, mostly recounting the events of the spring and summer, but there are other things, too. Sorry, I say when I finish my story. Sorry sorry sorry. Emma sighs, though she remains cheerful. I always thought you’d marry young, Emma says. Are you ok? Emma asks. You should talk about yourself now, I tell Emma. And so Emma tells me that she is in San Diego with her boyfriend. They have been there since the spring now, and they have started to make some friends. They are driving home from the beach. They are stopping for food. Emma is in a city on the Pacific coast of California known for its beaches, parks and warm climate. Emma is on the edge of a deep harbor that is home to a large active naval fleet. I imagine that it is misty there sometimes and sunny at other times and the houses are bright colored beach bungalows and they are always filled up with a little bit of sand. All my dreams this summer have been about California, I tell Emma. There is an OctoberFest party in San Diego, Emma tells me. Come to San Diego, Emma urges me. Do you surf a lot?, I ask Emma. Where are you getting food? Is everything made of wood and is everyone barefoot all the time and do you buy blue dresses at second-hand shops and wear them as you wander down the coast? Do you feed seagulls scraps of fish as they fly over your perfect white wooden balcony and do you go to the carnival and get massages at open air studios on the pier and is everything kind of pastel and creaky and at what pace does time pass? So, I will go to San Diego. Not in October but sometime soon. Sometime in the spring. Emma and Arthur will drive me around in their perfect little car and I will sleep on their perfect little couch and I will drink Corona with lime and wear a bikini in March and everything will be kind of pastel and creaky and I imagine I won’t be too aware of time passing at all. I will be embraced and absorbed by a life that does not belong to me. Maybe it’ll be like Never Land. Maybe I’ll stay forever. Monday, September 8 In New York City, people feed birds scraps of food and then grab them by their bare hands, too. In Washington Square Park, the tourists from Prague are doing this today. Washington Square Park, which is peppered with falling leaves and fountain mist and Bad Luck Spots, which I will never make the mistake of stepping on again. The park is still green but becoming less so. I’ve been praying for the cold, and now it is almost here. It is September 8th. It is Day One of being Cerebral and Ascetic and I am feeling very horrified that I ever thought it might be good to opt for any other alternative path. I am feeling regretful for my experimentations in self-abandonment and trying-on-new-personalities though, I suppose, this is where God comes in. And it was a God filled day yesterday, which is something I still hope to be somewhat watchful with and let things happen to me rather than intellectualize it all. The greatest thing is to Love and Know and Be Loved And Known, strangers kept on telling me yesterday. I already knew this, but I wrote it down anyway. Write it down and filter it through new contexts. Begin the day. It is Monday now. It is September 8th. I run into Emilia at Caffe Reggio, where I always sit and where she always finds me. You seem kind of volatile, she tells me. You should write about God if you are sick of writing about yourself. You should write about art. You should not write about politics. You should come to Slovenia. I was sitting in a church last night and someone was laughing outside. The laughter was reverberating inside. The laughter was distorting sound waves off the walls and causing interference with the incense and the air and with the silence. Because it was, otherwise, silent. Felt very frozen. Felt like fall. Felt like it was all beautiful even here in stupid NYC. Felt like I slowly noticed myself, shaking. What's your favorite book, a stranger asked me at the bar, later. V by Thomas Pynchon I said, because that's the book I read last and my mind was moving kind of slowly. What's your favorite film, the stranger asked. Diva by Jean-Jacques Beineix because that is the film I watched and liked last or also; Manhattan and Match Point, I said. What's your favorite book, I asked the stranger. The stranger smiled. I always say The Bible when people ask me that. Tuesday, September 9 In the criss-crossed wood-roofed apartment, the lights start to flicker around eight pm which is a good reminder, then, that one is never supposed to linger in the sort of place like this. One is supposed to live in a city like this so that one might pace around and wait for omens. It is Fashion Week which means even less to me this year than Art Week did the week before. It is energies and after parties and humiliation rituals when I'm wearing my cotton non-synthetic workout wear all around Soho at a time like this and; all of this of course, means nothing at all and so this week is just like any other. This summer passed kind of dusty and endless and I do not feel sorry for myself anymore because first of all there is no need for that it is just one life all at once and second of all, Accidie is the only truly mortal sin and so one must proceed with caution. I sat with Amelia in bars with sparkling water in June for a while because I just could not go home. I sat with other sorts of substances for a while after that and I took it too far. Day One (trying again) of being Ascetic and Cerebral tonight. September 9. 999. People on the Internet say that means something and I'm good at taking people at their word. Sitting in the basement of Night Club 101 at the AltCitizen show with Joe and Darby and a cup of Suju waiting for the after party to start. The basement of Night Club 101 feels kind of like a high school music room classroom particularly now, particularly empty. Joe and Darby and I are talking about the gap between self possession and self awareness and a Kinsey Scale sort of method of categorizing people this way. Self possessed people often lacking self awareness and vice versa. The lowest form of discourse being discourse on discourse. Smart people talking about ideas average people talking about events stupid people talking about other people; though, I sort of disagree with this concept. Other people are the root of all loftier things like "Ideas", I am saying. It's like The Backrooms down here, Darby is saying. It's like a kind of weird vibe but we don't want to leave. We're near the bathrooms and so others keep drifting by but they don't want to stay. Fabulous outfits. Rockstar Girlfriends. Los Angeles apparel unitard and big black boots lining up for the restroom or to buy socks that say I CAN DO ANYTHING ON DRUGS. Patchwork style neon dress and small gray loafers, silver ballet flats leather pants light green linen v neck top. Lots of girls with long and flowy and jet black hair here. Lace black dresses that look like spiderwebs paired with emerald necklaces. Lots of guys in jeans with long and curly hair or long and greasy hair and they all are carrying guitars. I'm perched in the bleachers in the basement with my one kind of SEC-school-style-tattoo and an A-line dress watching everyone kind of wistfully. So, there were a few different lives and now there is something else. Maybe in the next one, I will pick a life like the club kids. Micro-bangs and rock music. Fall asleep in Bushwick or in the back of a bus. Buy a bus and drive across the country with a lust for Music above all. Drive past things like diners in Wyoming or sacred hot springs in New Mexico or the haunted Mount Washington Hotel in New Hampshire or Motel 6s and 8s somewhere along the way. Drive to California wearing True Religion low rise jeans and shredded tees. Drive all the way to the Pacific Ocean. Can't stop thinking about the Pacific Ocean. Drive to San Diego. Wash up on Emma and Arthur's door. I would do fewer things each day in this life, but maybe each of them would matter more. WHAT YOU SHOULD DO Friday, September 12 From 7:30pm - 9:00pm at Brooklyn Center for Theatre Research — It’s your last week to see ARDOR - a very special play following a group of nine artists and friends on an annual retreat to their aging patrons Vermont farmhouse. Nothing and everything has changed and will change.

Inline links: Brooklyn Center for Theatre Research, ARDOR

Autumn Secrets

October 27, 2025 · Original source

Copy of the new books I look forward to reading including Nymph (Stephanie LaCava), Grand Rapids (Natasha Stagg), The Four Spent the Day Together (Chris Kraus) Shadow Ticket (Thomas Pynchon)

Tao Lin4 mentions across 4 issues

Tao Lin is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 4 times across 4 issues between May 19, 2024 and November 05, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "MuuMuu House reading at EARTH with...Tao Lin, Writers Life Tips"; "MuuMuu House reading at EARTH with ... Tao Lin"; "Rebecca Grace Cyr, Tao Lin, Writers Life Tips". It most often appears alongside Chloe Pingeon, Dasha Nekrasova, EARTH.

Article page: Tao Lin
Mention count: 4
Issue count: 4
First seen: May 19, 2024
Last seen: November 05, 2025
Instagram handle: @taolin

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Issue trail

COLLECTED AGENDA #1 May 19, 2024
COLLECTED AGENDA #2 May 28, 2024
COLLECTED AGENDA #3 June 06, 2024
Fever Dreams November 05, 2025

Chloe Pingeon 3 shared issues
Dasha Nekrasova 3 shared issues
EARTH 3 shared issues
Jordan Castro 3 shared issues
MuuMuu House 3 shared issues

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COLLECTED AGENDA #1

May 19, 2024 · Original source

Tuesday, May 28 - MuuMuu House reading at EARTH with August Lamm, Dasha Nekrasova, Jordan Castro, Rebecca Grace Cyr, Tao Lin, Writers Life Tips

Inline links: MuuMuu House, EARTH

I wish I had more to say about fashion week.

May 28, 2024 · Original source

Tuesday, May 28 at 7pm -MuuMuu House reading at EARTH with August Lamm, Dasha Nekrasova, Jordan Castro, Rebecca Grace Cyr, Tao Lin, Writers Life Tips

Inline links: MuuMuu House, EARTH

COLLECTED AGENDA #3

June 06, 2024 · Original source

I’m making every effort to walk to the MuuMuu House Dasha Tao Lin Writers Life Tips reading on time, but I arrive at 7:01pm and I already can’t get in the door. I’m standing on the street for a while while my sister goes to Casetta and my friends arrive. Smoking - one cigarette, drinking: nothing, until someone offers me water because I am looking depleted. The sky is all orange because it’s sunset but lots of cloud cover. It’s the best sky color in the world, someone is saying. Remember when the whole day turned orange from the forest fires last summer, someone else is saying. I remember the bright orange sky obviously, and also that there was a plague of locusts that descended on the East River, and that Shannon and I had to run from the Brooklyn Bridge through a storm of gnats and thick red air before ducking somewhat unwelcome into Swan Room.

Inline links: MuuMuu House, Casetta, Swan Room

Fever Dreams

November 05, 2025 · Original source

LOS ANGELES - From 8pm at Earth — Muscle Man event. A reading, conversation, and live scroll with Jordan Castro and Tao Lin. Music by Ross Simonini.

Inline links: Earth, Muscle Man, Jordan Castro, Tao Lin, Ross Simonini

Terry Nguyen4 mentions across 4 issues

Terry Nguyen is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 4 times across 4 issues between September 21, 2024 and August 21, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "Readings from ... Terry Nguyen"; "readings by Qingyuan Deng, Terry Nguyen, Funto Omojola, Conor Truax"; "FITYMI book launch (ft poems written with generative output by Terry Nguyen)". It most often appears alongside KGB, Beckett Rosset, Confessions.

Article page: Terry Nguyen
Mention count: 4
Issue count: 4
First seen: September 21, 2024
Last seen: August 21, 2025
Instagram handle: @nguyenterry

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Issue trail

I wish I had more to say about fashion week. September 21, 2024
Counterculture in America November 12, 2024
February Dining. February 10, 2025
Early August August 21, 2025

KGB 4 shared issues
Beckett Rosset 3 shared issues
Confessions 3 shared issues
Adeline Swartzendruber 2 shared issues
Annabel Boardman 2 shared issues

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September 21, 2024 · Original source

Sunday, September 22 at 7pm — Confessions is back for the third week in a row! Readings from Matilda Berke, Terry Nguyen, Gordon Glasgow, Catie Fronzak, Lucian Wintrich, Magdalene Taylor, Annabel Boardman, and Cassidy Grady.

Inline links: Matilda Berke, Terry Nguyen, Gordon Glasgow, Lucian Wintrich, Magdalene Taylor, Annabel Boardman, Cassidy Grady

Counterculture in America

November 12, 2024 · Original source

At 6pm — Island Gallery presents readings by Qingyuan Deng, Terry Nguyen, Funto Omojola, Conor Truax, and Stephanie Njeri Wambugu.

Inline links: Island Gallery, Qingyuan Deng

February Dining.

February 10, 2025 · Original source

From 7pm at Heart House — Maya Man presents I'm a Lover at HEART. The evening will feature FITYMI book launch (ft poems written with generative output by Terry Nguyen), readings, treats, and the presentation of Girl Crush: a screening of video and software-based work by fourteen artists engaging with themes of femininity, desire, and how admiration is mediated by our screens.

Inline links: Maya Man, I'm a Lover at HEART

Early August

August 21, 2025 · Original source

From 7pm at 4 Irving Ave — Weird Fucks returns. A literary reading with Eliza McLamb, Grace Robins-Somerville, Terry Nguyen, Erin Satterthwaite, Alec Niedenthal, Cletus Crow, Abby Jones, and Sirena He.

Inline links: Weird Fucks

True4 mentions across 4 issues

True is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 4 times across 4 issues between January 19, 2025 and October 06, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "the Board of Ethics (True + Jamison)"; "the Board of Ethics ( True + Jamison )"; "Hosted by True & Zoey Greenwald". It most often appears alongside Alex Auder, Alice Aster, BCTR.

Article page: True
Mention count: 4
Issue count: 4
First seen: January 19, 2025
Last seen: October 06, 2025
Instagram handle: @velournewports

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Issue trail

January continues January 19, 2025
Burn my diaries January 23, 2025
Live Diary. April 04, 2025
Big Huge World October 06, 2025

Alex Auder 3 shared issues
Alice Aster 3 shared issues
BCTR 3 shared issues
Confessions 3 shared issues
David 3 shared issues

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January continues

January 19, 2025 · Original source

From 7pm at Lubov — A night of plays and performances with Ben Lipkin, Peter Vack, Alice Aster, Zoey Greenwald, and the Board of Ethics (True + Jamison) – “A Return to Form! We are serious people. Whatever happened to intention? Conviction? Decorum?”

Inline links: Lubov, Ben Lipkin, Peter Vack, Alice Aster, Zoey Greenwald, True, Jamison

WHAT I DID

WHAT I DID Sunday, January 12 Ruby and I go to Bar Belly for dinner. Can we move to a table away from the bar, Ruby asks the waitress. Sitting at the bar is bad for your posture and alignment, she explains. This is another thing she's been learning at witch school. It seems that at witch school, you learn to sit and stand and then by proxy, to eat and sleep and breathe and think. Fruit and honey for breakfast, feet on the ground when you are seated with an unsupported spine. I am craving spiritual guidance, and so I soak this up like a sponge. I want to be taught how to be. This is how you wake up. This is how you shift your feet out of bed, this is how you land on the wood floor, toes first, the arches of your feet, then heels. The truth of it is my movements are products of my best but often misguided judgment. Guesses, really. For all I know, you should wake up in the morning upside down. Palms on the ground first. Heels then arches then toes. I want to learn how to be divine, but there are so many shamans and they all know best. God forbid I become sacrilegious. I certainly know myself to be fringing on this at times. Even the mention of shamans.... Ruby and I were going to go to El Salvador on Tuesday, but then I’m thinking about how I should read more before I continue my research on the ground. I visited El Salvador this summer. Later, halted my story about crypto-charter-state-red-light-therapy-benevolent-dictatorship etc etc etc. A result of overstimulation and laziness - I should deepen my roots before I return to them. Later, I'll go later. David sends me an X Post: “Wish we lived in 1970s media economy so esquire or playboy could fly me to El Salvador and publish my 10,000-word marginally-coherent slice-of-life coverage of the crypto convention that ends with a guy in a hot tub saying something accidentally zeitgeisty.” Ruby and I go to Forgetmenot. There’s a dog behind me, a big white husky, I hold out my hand to pet him and he gives me his paw. He does this a few times. He’s trained, I’m sure, to expect a reward in response but we’ve ordered a grill plate, there’s only halloumi left, I don’t want to poison the poor thing. Ruby posts a picture of me with the dog, but I’m in my big puffy jacket, and it mostly becomes just a picture of the dog. She tags my name on the screen. David sends me a screenshot of the picture. “DID YOU TURN INTO A DOG???” he asks. I order David ice cream from Figo when I get home. I ate half his bread and butter even though I've been so Ray Peat and even though after, I’ve been so Keto. I've been drinking again, hence the bread. Not a lot, but I was sober for a week, and the three drinks feel jarring. I've decided to stop causing problems. I've decided to get a job at a restaurant. I like the service industry, because the job is intensely exterior. There are many things so close to me of true significance, and I'm sick of ignoring them in favor of acting like a grasping freak. Monday, January 13 And so, you decide to redecorate again. Look at the layout of this place. There’s so much potential. There’s a big marble table and it’s cramping every corner. It’s cramping the light from the window. It’s cramping the yellow golden light that is framing our mirror. I go downstairs quickly, the light will be gone soon. I want to get a flight tomorrow, leave with my friends and find clarity in the hot humid heat, but it doesn’t feel like I'll be absorbing myself in something more - it feels like escape, and I haven’t earned this decadence. I’ve been deliberating all day. I’ve been clutching my evil eye in case I do decide to travel. All my friends wear evil eyes, too. It’s a strange coincidence - something most people I'm drawn to share, not intentional. I'm not religious, but this is different. Adele keeps a drawer in her apartment full of evil eyes, stocked to the brim in case one charm coincidently shatters. She'll never have to go unprepared. I take a test today. Sent, received, complete, returned. It’s so thrilling to do something I’m supposed to do. If we got rid of the marble table…. If we lined the walls with floor pillows below the windows, their tufted fabric landing well lower than the horizon line even when stacked…. I can imagine the furniture gone. Me, staring clearly across the room, one wall to another. I'm imagining all the clutter dissipated. I imagine it would erase some sense of static. I can imagine my hypothetical week in El Salvador, but I need to learn how to think about something outside of myself, even when I’m here. It would be better there. I can picture the airbnb in San Benito, the eight or so bedrooms, the open air layout that big homes in warm climates often share, arches bleeding into courtyards, steps built into hills, unclear where one room becomes another, wind and heat lightning swirling around you and raising your hair as your walking, even through the kitchen, even ostensibly inside. I want to swim in a big clear pool over a city that is now vaguely familiar but still, not really mine. I want to finish the story I started. New England Winter. I need to learn how to sort things through while staying put. David and I go to Estela for dinner. It’s our anniversary. He tells me not to say anything online about it. Private life should stay private, he says, but I’m writing it anyway. Estela is nice. It’s the sister restaurant of Altro Paradiso. My friend, Madelyn works there. Estela is smaller, cozier, you have to buzz to get into the building and then it’s up some steps, it feels like you’re in an apartment, it feels like you’re in Berlin. I’ve never been to Copenhagen, but I imagine it feels a bit like Copenhagen, too. “I like more old timey restaurants,” David says. “Me too,” I say. “But sometimes isn’t it nice to be in a restaurant that feels like Copenhagen? David agrees. He’s never been to Copenhagen either. Altro Paradiso is brightly lit, whereas Estela is dim. Stella - Latin for Star. Etc. The distinction feels a little obvious, but then, I’m being a little particular. Estela is small plates. Romantic. You can tell because you have to buzz the door to get in, and because the lighting is really dark. They put us in a little alcove by the shelves and shelves of wine. We order iberico ham, bread and butter, endive salad, crab with celery root (the best dish), squid ink fried rice with little bits of squid, steak with elderberry sauce. I order a Tito's martini, but I’m told they don’t serve Titos here. I’m told they have one martini with vodka that “tastes like smirnoff” ($22) and another with vodka that’s way better and far preferable (paraphrased) ($30). Our waitress is peppy. “We’ll take the Smirnoff,” David says. “She’s nice,” I say, later. “Domineering,” David says. Later, the waitress rolls her eyes a little when she asks me how my martini is. She smiles when I say good. I believe she is sincere in her hope that I’m happy as I guzzle up the fruits of my lowbrow taste. It really is a lovely meal. I don’t mean to be cynical. I tell David he should tell them it’s our anniversary so we can have something free, and he tells them “it’s our anniversary, can we have dessert on the house.” Then, I’m embarrassed, but they bring us dessert (with a price) and champagne (on the house). Tuesday, January 14 I’ve been working on maintaining constant motion. “An object in motion will stay in motion,” I’ve been telling anyone that will listen. I walk in place all day, and then I walk through Washington Square Park at night, freezing. I make sure to do an extra lap to circle under the arch, all sparkling and illuminated and icy. I’m thirty minutes late to the Post-Doomerism talk at Gonzo’s, and this feels like an important one to me because I used to base my entire framework of thought around mitigating dread through a surrender to the inevitability of fates worse than death. It’s a terrible way to view the world - juvenile if nothing else, but also aesthetically and morally barren, limiting, a nihilistic obsession with the present does lead to destruction (yourself and others), no matter how many delusions you harbor about enlightenment, and about time and therefore preservation as false constructs. You can’t be nihilistic if you believe in good and evil, and I do believe in good and evil, so it was never going to hold up. Post Doomerism The lecture is just starting when I exit the elevator. The talk is between Chris Small (founder of Amazon Labor Union), PradaHorseShoe (founder of Russian Cosmism Circle NYC), Joshua Citarella (Doomscroll Podcast), and Geo Yankey (Comedian) “Russian Cosmists think that Marx doesn't take it far enough,” Amana explains. “Marxism wants to abolish capitalism, religion, the family…. but what about abolishing the OG bummer - death.” The point of the talk seems to be to present a sort of leftist vision of tech accelerationism. Capitalist Realism, the parts of the industrial revolution deemed actually good, nuclear fusion (clean and limitless energy which imitates the sun) instead of nuclear fission, fossil fuels , etc etc etc. The audience, on the other hand, is mostly composed of people I recognize from other downtown events - this one taking on an uncharacteristic and somewhat academic sincerity. “Hypothetically, heat death could occur before we run out of fuel,” a girl sitting next to me murmurs at one point, evidently at least somewhat convinced by technology’s capacity for limitless good. I try to conjure a sense of what she’s imagining in my mind's eye - create enough clean energy, and you could be driving your car one day when the whole universe just implodes. This isn’t aspirational to me. Longevity even, has never been particularly aspirational to me, although increasingly moreso, I’m increasingly less cynical. I appreciate the sincerity of the lecture. I appreciate some of the ideas they put forward, too. It’s an irony-pilled audience and they're sitting in a deeply earnest room. I slip out during the Q&A - overwhelmed, honestly, and I’m late to another function. I’m handed a gin and tonic in the Lower East Side. I’m talking about the Russian Cosmism lecture. “Lenin tried that and 20 million people died,” I am told. “I don’t really know enough,” I say. I’m sent a documentary about The Tyranny of Scientism. I order some things like the books by Nick Zurnig and Mark Fisher. It’s good to be objective. The night slips onward. It’s rude to talk about accelerationism at a party. Wednesday, January 16 It's slightly warmer in New York today. It's still cold, but it's less frigid, I'm walking through Soho typing, I'm walking to Equinox, I'll finish writing this on the treadmill, I had such a fun night last night although I do feel terribly guilty about squandering my health and my beauty and my soul every time I get drunk. I was such a good drunk, though. I adore my friends so deeply. I adore my new friends. I think they are my best friends. I’m trying not to quantify everything. There are names of people I love spinning through my mind, now. Why order things. Some people exhaust me, and then there are other people who don’t. I’ve found new friends who live artfully while occupying a natural state that is absorbed with the physical world, recently. How lucky for me. I don’t want to use my volatility as a bludgeon with which to bend people to my whims. Good thing I don’t feel particularly volatile this week. It’s best to consider these while outside of them. Objective introspection: am I doing a good job? WHAT YOU SHOULD DO Gofundme + LA Fire Resources here. Sunday, January 19 From 6pm - midnight at EARTH — Jordan Castro and Cluny present SILENCE. An evening of silence. No speaking, no phones.

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Burn my diaries

January 23, 2025 · Original source

From 7pm at Lubov — A night of plays and performances with Ben Lipkin, Peter Vack, Alice Aster, Zoey Greenwald, and the Board of Ethics (True + Jamison) – “A Return to Form! We are serious people. Whatever happened to intention? Conviction? Decorum?”

Inline links: Lubov, Ben Lipkin, Peter Vack, Alice Aster, Zoey Greenwald, True, Jamison

WHAT I DID

WHAT I DID Sunday, January 19 Wet hair in the lobby at the gym. I am criticized only very slightly, and I am struck with nearly physical rage. I can’t walk anymore today. When I walk, I am compelled to think - then write - about myself. I have this huge body of work. I’ve written 364,133 unpublished words since my birthday in June, but they are all about myself, and the ugliest parts of myself at that. “You must be able to convert some of your journals into work you can use,” some of my friends say, but I don’t think anyone realizes just how bad they are. Any problem, the smallest problem, I can twist and chew and solve, often through written and rotating self deprecation and self congratulation that renders said problem irrelevant. I can do this over and over and over again, for hours daily, if I'm being honest. It’s not necessarily bad as a limited practice - churn out sludge so that it doesn’t live in your mind - but it becomes more and more excessive, nauseatingly so. I meet Madelyn at Shosh for dinner. The snowstorm has started. I texted David at the gym earlier: "big snowstorm coming." "Link me an article or you're full of shit," David said, but I wasn't, because it's here, and it's falling in big fat clumps. Shosh is lovely. It’s a new vegan wine bar in the West Village, which I would roll my eyes at as a concept, but Madelyn’s friends work there and I walk there in the blizzard - enter to a silver bar, an open kitchen, cream walls with a perfect archway cut into them that frames shades of glass wine bottles and assembled rows of thin wine glasses. We don’t get wine, but we do get gem salad, celeriac shawarma with fluffy bread, mushrooms, by which they mean every variety of mushroom you can imagine and a perfect green sauce to accompany. “Hummus is one of those things you think is all the same, but then you have good hummus…,” Madelyn’s friend who works there says, and he’s right, because the hummus here is determinately different. Better. Madelyn tells me she likes showing me good food, and I like this, too. Left to my own devices it’s all instant pistachio pudding and cold mashed potatoes eaten while standing up. This isn’t how one should live - slogging through the essential details of survival and routine like it’s something to get over with, not something to enjoy. At the very least, it’s something to be appreciated. I like meals like this. There’s the Casual Encounters reading later, the fundraiser for Los Angeles reading at that gallery in Tribeca, although all the galleries seem like they are suddenly in Tribeca these days. We’re there early. I can’t find the building, can’t get out of the snow. You do get out of the snow, eventually. You pick a few GoFundMe’s from the options laid out on the table, so many options on the table. You sit on the couch so you’re removed from the room, you have a birds eye view in that sense even though technically, you’re beneath, not above, it all. “You can see the social dynamics from here,” your friend says, kind of kidding, kind of not. You can see how the room clusters itself, at least. I stay for the readings, but not for long after. Walk home in the sleet and ice. It's a blizzard, but nothing is really sticking. Streets are mostly quiet - people in the windows of Lucia and Cipriani but otherwise it’s all empty. My reflection surprises me in the mirror when I get home. I only wear dresses, but today I’m wearing jeans. Mundanity, mundanity, mundanity. David says he wants to go to KGB, and at first I want to go too, but then I decide that I don’t. He leaves, walking into the storm as I’m coming out of it. I start to feel sick around eleven pm. I feel strange, falling asleep. Being sick really scares me. I hope it goes away. Monday, January 20 I expected to wake up sad this morning but I didn't. The snow didn't stick, but a thin layer of it did freeze. I'm sliding down the streets, and they aren't empty anymore. Bright, bright, icy light today. Coca Cola and muffin at the bodega for David. Celsius for me. Green tea mango and Cyanocobalamin. I need black coffee. Inauguration today. I walk and write for ninety minutes. I tried to join the David Lynch Meditation Live Stream at noon, but I got the time zones wrong and I was meant to join at three. It’s five now. Too late. Sitting in a steam room in a cloud of eucalyptus smog. The semester begins tomorrow, and other things, too. An end to my life of leisure, or more generously, an end to responsibility only as self directed. I feel like I was starting to figure it out. Non-fiction in the morning, fiction at night - my friend Grazie advised me of this schedule this summer. Being honest, though, I need more intensive direction. Natasha goes to take snow photos in Washington Square Park, but she says that Jill Stein is there and the park is so so so loud. The theme is: anti imperialism.. She sends me a photo of the birds in the snow. In an ironic twist, David is sick, but I am not. He orders sushi from Soho Sushi. He gives me five pieces from a california roll. I make cinnamon chai tea in the mug my dad got me from the ceramics shop near Mishaum. Every mug there is different. Mine has coarse leaves all over it, and a special rivet where your hand fits. “This apartment is pretty magical when it’s icy,” David admitted earlier, because it’s a greenhouse roof and so when you look up today it’s all like a snow globe. Icicles swirl in soft formations overhead, melting in morning light and then refreezing slightly differently as the sky turns hazy. I have my head under the cover. I’m reading other people’s diaries. Kafka, Anais Nin, I like the diaries I find online, too. I like the diaries I am sent. This isn’t my diary. I cannot stress that enough. My real diary is often quite ugly. This is one of the things I feel most guilty for. It’s strange, though. I wake up, I write in my secret diary, I walk for many miles, I write in my diary that I share online. It is good I will have less time, soon. Anya is staying with me tonight. David, in a friend's spare bedroom because I cannot, cannot, cannot get sick right now, too. It's so nice tonight. Anya and I have been friends since we were two weeks old. I used to tell people that as a child - "this is my best friend since I was two weeks old." Dimes in the snow. Clandestino in the snow. I really like sitting in the corner of a bar until the night reaches its bitter end. Not tonight, though. It's only ten. Tuesday, January 21 My first real responsibility in a month, and it's canceled - a whim of the weather. The snow has melted overnight and in its place is chalky salt stained pavement as far as you can see. It looks like marble. They turned Soho into marble in the night. I try to run outside, but it's too cold. Bitter cold, not pleasant cold. I'm coughing up the chalky air. It's the coldest day of the year. There's a man on the street and he's running towards the train, sloshing coffee all over his suit but he doesn't seem to even notice, certainly he doesn't care. The drops are freezing to the sleeves of his camel hair jacket before they reach the ground. He's covered in little coffee icicles. I doubt it will stain. I had nightmares last night. Everyone knew I was Actually Bad. I woke up saying "help me", but I used to wake up talking about rituals in rural places, so this is not a negative progression in the storyline of my possible possession. The chalky pavement has turned to ice in the afternoon. Walking under the Washington Square arch on the way to Tibet House and its icier than ever. The ground is all glazed over. It’s the latest installment of the Arden Wohl’s reading series at Tibet House; Inauguration Edition this time. Madelyn is wearing a pink sweatshirt when I get there. Madelyn is telling me about knowing your own mind. Alex Auder reads about cock sucking and brings up a friend to read with her who enjoys the act, because she doesn't "I feel demeaned when I suck dick. I feel demeaned when I teach yoga," she says. She reads a story about a life in servitude to someone famous who reminds her of Donald Trump. Tonight is a night where as soon as I have one glass of wine, I wish I didn’t. The haze sets in, and I want it to clear. Beckett arrives. The readings are mostly good, but I’m jittery. I sit in the lobby and I eat some grapes and cheese, replace the wine with water. “Over the years I noticed from my overlord that peasants were increasingly behaving like they were nobles,” Alex Auder is saying, when I return. “There are more cameras than there are people in the world,” Gideon Jacobs is reading, later. I can’t stop drifting in and out of the room. I’m worried about some things, about some people. I get like this sometimes, and I wish I could get it to stop. I go to the bathroom and I return again, to a reading about Courtney Love. “She used to do water ballet and she was getting into the grateful dead.” “She lied a lot and never listened directly but she was a sponge - she takes a word from an incidental periphery and works it into her trope in real time. She’s that fast.” “She said she was born on my birthday; July 1st, but she was born a week later; July 8th” This is my type of lie, I’m thinking. A lie to please. False enchantment. It’s a juvenile compulsion, you mostly outgrow it, and if it was Courtney Love partaking then perhaps it was charming, but my visceral reaction is one of repulsion. Lizzi Bougatsos reads about Gary Indiana. She sits on the floor and she clips her toenails. “We shall mark memory with reverence,” Arden is saying. Beckett is telling me that it’s cool to be at a reading that’s an older crowd, and it is, it’s wine and cheese, there’s no disco party to follow. Beckett introduces me to his acquaintance from Paris. They are talking about Godot and prison sentences. Samuel Beckett gave his Nobel Prize money to a jail org, or was it prisone.org One time, there was a prison break after a performance of Godot. Madelyn is making tape formations on her phone with the other Lacanians. Lacan as separated from psychoanalysis. Lacan as applicable to real life. I’m just gleaning sentences. These ideas aren’t mine. Cigarette outside and then a burger at the orthodox Jewish establishment nearby. We forgot they can only do vegan cheese on burgers here. A lychee martini instead. They’re playing pop music so loud Wednesday, January 23 I hear my neighbors door shut as I’m poised to leave this morning. Decide, instead, to hover in the kitchen. We don't really like each other, my neighbor and I. Nothing was ever said, but there’s an underlying hostility. I have friends over too late, too often. The walls are thin. I'm glad to be waking up at the same time as the rest of the world, though. Sometimes - up all night, becoming manic around five am, this can be nice, but it's usually not. Normal hours. Normal cycles of day and night. The ice has come and smoothed everything over. Too cold to listen to music on my walk to school. I'm peeling off layers in an office, at the gym, the hallway of our apartment is becoming salty and dusted with the chalky snowstorm residue that first coated the surface of everything, and that now is starting to settle. Nothing is volatile. Such placidity, suddenly, but I’m not bored. All the calm in the world. Thank god. It really was about time. And so, you eat two chalky protein pop tarts on the bench at the gym. There are two girls with thick french accents in the locker room parallel to you. "He's a fucking retard, he only calls me at three am and it's only because he wants to sleep with my friends," says one of the girls. She's wearing a sherpa jacket. KHRISJOY, it says, in big red dripping letters. Spray paint imitation. You look it up - $2145 online. It's so ugly, but you're vaguely impressed. Of course you are. You're wearing a Versace sports bra that you bought for a music festival in high school. Absurd. The people watching here is good. The girl is still talking. She's so furious. "And he would be calling to sleep with me, but he knows he can't, fucking retard," she is saying. This version of the narration makes more sense - her rage rooted in something adjacent to jealousy. You gather your things. You gather your tote bags. It's too cold for so many bags. Your hands get numb out there. You're in a humid basement now, but you can't stay here forever. There's an artists talk tonight, but do you have it in you to attend? Cheese and sausage for dinner at home. I forgot about the dishes and I left the sink running for an hour. I’ve never known how to dress for the weather, but that doesn’t mean I mind the extremes. Today - my mother’s gloves, a borrowed Urbit hat from David, a beanie really, it looks insane but it’s too freezing for me to mind. More isn’t always more. More is often so, intolerably, annoying. I don’t want to wear a coat. My books arrive today. Mostly for school, plus one Ruby recommended. I’ll read them all - I’m glad that I have reason to. Salvador - Joan Didion The Company She Keeps - Mary McCarthy The Fire Next Time - James Baldwin Confessions - Saint Augustine The Situation and the Story - Vivian Gornic A Room of One’s Own - Virginia Woolf A Silent Woman - Janet Malcom Are You My Mother - Alison Bechdel The Argonauts - Maggie Nelson The Atrocity Exhibition - J. G. Ballard WHAT YOU SHOULD DO Thursday, January 23 From 6pm - 8pm at 61 Lispenard — Canada NY and Eighth House present Rest and Reprieve: A Window into Creative Solitude. Eighth House is “an interdisciplinary residency for artists and curators located in Central Vermont.” The exhibition serves as a benefit for this very special residency.

Live Diary.

April 04, 2025 · Original source

WHAT I DID

WHAT I DID Thursday, March 27 Midnight in New York, I'm taking stock of my glass apartment in the sky. I brought back nine dresses from El Salvador - eight old ones, one black tennis dress from El Tunco. All to be washed. Open the window. There is spring breeze now, all of a sudden, really, but I've been growing accustomed to real heat. These things I used to hate - dense hot air, beating sun, a day that stretches on under direct natural light, no end, no plans.... I would suddenly like to return to this, actually, over frigid and clipped stories about foggy northern coastlines and other things in that vein. Over stories about New York, and other things in that vein. David has stayed in San Salvador, and then, Santa Teresa, Costa Rica. It would have been basically free for me to come and yes I have commitments here but not too many if we're being really honest. I would have become kind of a freak after three whole weeks in airbnbs that are calling themselves "hacker houses," though, is the main issue. And, I wanted to do laundry and stretch in the spring breeze, open the window, set an alarm. It would be so easy for me to untether the physical circumstances of my whole life, these days. It would be easy to have distance from New York, as the main thing, but distance from physicality more generally, too. I've done it before. Honestly, I'm not eighteen anymore, I don't think it makes sense for me to do it again. I will probably stop being so strange and vague once I have even one conversation with my friends back in New York. For now, it is very strange to be alone. Very strange to walk around even a small space, that even only temporarily, is belonging just to me. The past few weeks have been about eclipsing interiority with observation. Floating in realms that are foreign. Not El Salvador, even. The hacker house stuff more. The dialogue of it all, more. The other reason I am here, home, abandoned visions of a hologram of Santa Teresa and also I already really miss my boyfriend - well there was responsibility and laundry and the reading and the stories to finish but also, the lunar eclipse played a role for sure. Something about the Earthquakes and Volcanoes. The floods and the fights. Seek less direct attention from that vivid piercing beaming beating sky. Seek solid ground, I saw someone say online. So, I did. I'm back in stupid dumb New York. Window open. You can barely feel all that fresh air. Friday, March 28 I do go for a walk in the morning, and I do still love New York, I decide. I want to have very delicate arms and boundless energy. I want to have tremendous discipline in a way so as to elicit joie de vivre, and also paths of clarity. The brain fog is so bad today. In the middle of the night, the jet lag woke me up, and I hate sleeping alone in this apartment. I'm sorry, I know I’m being a child but I hate it, the emptiness, when I wake up from paralysis, there are often moments of brief delusion. Alone, glass house, I have to talk myself down. I’ve tried to bring myself to life, today - long walk, two protein bars, slice of papaya, sushi roll for dinner, diet coke and cigarette, make a Vlog, make a Call. David had sleep paralysis, too, last night, he tells me on the phone. This is weird, because usually, this is a plight that is just for me. In real life, there was a creepy elderly woman occupying the hacker house in El Salvador, too. “I started a magazine last year,” she told me, when I told her I was a writer. “Oh, cool, about what?,” I asked her. “I don’t remember,” she told me. Blank gaze. Empty eyes. She would sometimes walk through our room while I slept, and one time I woke up to her passing by, vacant glance, I was obviously shocked, she looked obviously pleased. “How are ya, Love?” she said. The word “love” here, carrying a lot of the weight in making the indecent violation of space a lot creepier. “It’s fun, isn’t it?,” she told David’s friend, while he was doing the dishes. “Turning the water on and off is fun, it’s all fun, isn’t it?” She had referred to herself as a refugee, in El Salvador. From where, I had asked her. From Canada, she had said. A real eccentric freak, and in David’s dream, he wakes up to her sneaking up behind him, looming over him, it’s all fun isn’t it. She says sinisterly: “do you know what I think?” Then, in his dream, he felt her weight bend the bed springs and begin to smother him. Lunar eclipse. New moon. I find this dream ominous enough that I begin to become very concerned. You have to get out of there, I tell David. I'm leaving tomorrow anyways, he reminds me. Saturday, March 29 I spent the night last night reading at Tense and it was really lovely. Kansas Bowling reading and Valley Latini doing a hip hop show and Beckett Rosset on the Providence Hotel and me on half formed thoughts on the half complete piece I am writing on Techno Spirituality and El Salvador. I’m back in Real Life, and I don't regret it. I spent the morning by myself working on my edits. David is still traveling, and I am being more normal about it this time. In jet lagged fugue state, I burned the kettle down to a lump of molten plastic, not on purpose, obviously. I called my dad who's moral judgment I trust in full, so this clarifies a lot of things. I forgot how much I like running really really really fast. Whenever I am craving the extremes, I should access them through lots of sprints. The wind is crazy today. The wind has everyone whooping and hollering through the streets. I'm making TikToks again. I don't care. There are worse evils or, rather, you can leverage anything for evil if you really want and honestly, I am just trying to have lots of fun. Some of you are awfully pretentious for being addicted to things like Ketamine and Feeld. Not me. I don’t like drugs, and I have a soulmate. It is just as bad if not worse to be addicted to your phone as it is to anything else, but I’m regulating my time, and I’m microdosing my slop - or so I tell myself. Sunday, March 30 I order uber eats groceries at midnight, and then it's like celsius and chicken just washes up at my door. I don't like this. Chemicals, aspartame, the dissolution of the social fabric, really. How these things just materialize when you want to actualize some gross borderline animalistic whim. Craving. Diet Blackberry Pepsi. I would not like to live anywhere but New York City, or really anytime but now when I think it through on a very personal and very literal level. But there is something here that I increasingly am wary of as mere hallucination. There is much to consider. I am trying to be very energetic which, really, is the feeling that I increasingly cast as synonymous with Health. We went to Bacaro for dinner last night, then to Clockwork, later. “Do you know about how to get dinner for free,” some girl sitting next to my friend and me said. Then, she explained the concept of Club Promoters. Yeah I know, I said. I didn’t say it in a rude way. I just told her that I already knew, which I already did. My energy feels back in a way that feels very True today. Before I left for El Salvador, I was getting in the habit of killing time. Looking at an hour and wishing it over. I don’t want to quantify anything. What would happen if I never rushed a second again? This is what I’m trying to figure out. What would happen if I never rushed a second again? This is what I’m trying to figure out. Monday, April 1 My mind was reeling so fast in my Irish Literature class this evening. I started flicking through Internet Web Applications at warpspeed. I made some calls. I didn’t go crazy. “Saying no is a far more reliable path to avoiding sin than saying yes”, I heard someone say, through my fog, through the haze - that snapped me out of it quite quickly. “What if you literalize that, and just say no to everything?” a quiet girl across from me asked. I wrote this part down - “JUST SAY NO TO EVERYTHING!!!!” It was humid, heavy, soon-to-be-hot spring, today, in New York. I lost my head. Truly. I became very braindead very quickly, today. I recovered as best I could. It’s the way these things always go. Unmoored from the interactions you’ve been taking for granted, you’ve been alone with your thoughts and suddenly, you’ve found yourself thinking Nothing At All, and Saying A Lot Out Loud And Saying A Lot Online. You realize, suddenly, how wrong this all is, and then you become briefly concerned that maybe, suddenly, it is already too late for you. Or maybe it isn’t too late after all.. Water on the windowsill. I remember spring two years ago, a taxi cab from Chelsea down to where the East River runs near the Lower East Side. I wore a yellow dress and I ran like the wind from the river to the hotel bar. The fires. The maggots. It was that day in New York when it felt like cosmically, biblically, something bad was probably about to happen. The Seven Plagues. The air was thicker and hotter, then. I am thinking about that day because I was braindead on the Internet then, too. Celsius, protein bar, things had begun all thick and ugly and then I’d been whisked away into a big black car, shuttled to the bar at Nine Orchard, my friends convincing me to stick around and then I did, I stuck around for a while, I never really left after that, come to think of it. “It’s Deep Tech Week in New York,” Shannon tells me, today - whatever that means. She sends me an event as such, and I investigate the schedule for the rest of this week from there. Deep Tech Week is a week of events about Tech, and they added the word Deep in front of it to make it seem more cool, I realize quickly. “Turning Science Fiction into Reality,” the text on the website says, and I don’t really like the sound of that. I find that premise, as strictly a premise, material reality aside, even, to be nearly cartoonishly evil. But, I suppose I’ll try to be less pedantic. I eat a sugar cookie (gluten free). Two protein bars from that new brand DAVID. A brand activation crispy sandwich from Joe And The Juice. The packaging is orange instead of that usual nice pastel pink. KEVIN DURANT, the packing says. It is nine pm, and I am suddenly ravenous. Good. Looks like I got my corporeality back. I really was planning to go to the Deep Tech Party tonight, but the rain started in an instant, in the exact instant I was set to leave, really. Like it’s trying to communicate some form of serendipity, reason, warning, whatever. Monday is the day where I let myself get every last thing done on my phone. My eyes burn. It rots the soul. My week continues and I become much more particular with myself. Tuesday, April 2 It’s not that I mind being kind of exhibitionist, even, but I can’t control the feedback loop and I start to drive myself mad. Taking stock of the state of the union like THINGS THAT ARE "IN": Swimming

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Monday, April 1 My mind was reeling so fast in my Irish Literature class this evening. I started flicking through Internet Web Applications at warpspeed. I made some calls. I didn’t go crazy. “Saying no is a far more reliable path to avoiding sin than saying yes”, I heard someone say, through my fog, through the haze - that snapped me out of it quite quickly. “What if you literalize that, and just say no to everything?” a quiet girl across from me asked. I wrote this part down - “JUST SAY NO TO EVERYTHING!!!!” It was humid, heavy, soon-to-be-hot spring, today, in New York. I lost my head. Truly. I became very braindead very quickly, today. I recovered as best I could. It’s the way these things always go. Unmoored from the interactions you’ve been taking for granted, you’ve been alone with your thoughts and suddenly, you’ve found yourself thinking Nothing At All, and Saying A Lot Out Loud And Saying A Lot Online. You realize, suddenly, how wrong this all is, and then you become briefly concerned that maybe, suddenly, it is already too late for you. Or maybe it isn’t too late after all.. Water on the windowsill. I remember spring two years ago, a taxi cab from Chelsea down to where the East River runs near the Lower East Side. I wore a yellow dress and I ran like the wind from the river to the hotel bar. The fires. The maggots. It was that day in New York when it felt like cosmically, biblically, something bad was probably about to happen. The Seven Plagues. The air was thicker and hotter, then. I am thinking about that day because I was braindead on the Internet then, too. Celsius, protein bar, things had begun all thick and ugly and then I’d been whisked away into a big black car, shuttled to the bar at Nine Orchard, my friends convincing me to stick around and then I did, I stuck around for a while, I never really left after that, come to think of it. “It’s Deep Tech Week in New York,” Shannon tells me, today - whatever that means. She sends me an event as such, and I investigate the schedule for the rest of this week from there. Deep Tech Week is a week of events about Tech, and they added the word Deep in front of it to make it seem more cool, I realize quickly. “Turning Science Fiction into Reality,” the text on the website says, and I don’t really like the sound of that. I find that premise, as strictly a premise, material reality aside, even, to be nearly cartoonishly evil. But, I suppose I’ll try to be less pedantic. I eat a sugar cookie (gluten free). Two protein bars from that new brand DAVID. A brand activation crispy sandwich from Joe And The Juice. The packaging is orange instead of that usual nice pastel pink. KEVIN DURANT, the packing says. It is nine pm, and I am suddenly ravenous. Good. Looks like I got my corporeality back. I really was planning to go to the Deep Tech Party tonight, but the rain started in an instant, in the exact instant I was set to leave, really. Like it’s trying to communicate some form of serendipity, reason, warning, whatever. Monday is the day where I let myself get every last thing done on my phone. My eyes burn. It rots the soul. My week continues and I become much more particular with myself. Tuesday, April 2 It’s not that I mind being kind of exhibitionist, even, but I can’t control the feedback loop and I start to drive myself mad. Taking stock of the state of the union like THINGS THAT ARE "IN": Swimming

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October 06, 2025 · Original source

WHAT I DID

From 11pm at Petite Disco — Family Affair returns at a new location. Everyone’s favorite Monday Night Party. Sounds by Hector Romero and Stevie Guttman. Bresson’s Four Nights of a Dreamer (1972) Image via FilmForum Tuesday, October 7 From 7pm - 10pm at Nublu — Tweaker Gospel presents her single Maspeth. PERFORMANCE. VIDEO. PARTY. Ft Ev Christensten and Broom. This will be a beautiful evening and I can’t wait. | Tickets here

From 7:30pm at Baker Falls — Torture Tuesday continues, ft performances from Leo Lovechild, Sydni Dichter of Franny Menace, Calla Salicious, Gween Malick, Jack Devaney, and Baby Long Legs. | Tickets here ($10) Wednesday, October 8 From 6pm - 8pm at Offline Gallery — Emi Kusano opens a solo exhibition in collaboration with GHOST IN THE SHELL.

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Tanguay2 mentions across 2 issues

Tanguay is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 2 times across 2 issues between December 22, 2025 and January 08, 2026. The archive places it in contexts such as "performances by Volta, Kyle Scheurich, and Tanguay"; "An evening of performances by Volta, Kyle Scheurich, and Tanguay". It most often appears alongside Abigail Ogilvy Gallery, Addie, Adrienne Greenblatt.

Article page: Tanguay
Mention count: 2
Issue count: 2
First seen: December 22, 2025
Last seen: January 08, 2026
Instagram handle: @tang_uay

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COLLECTED AGENDA December 22, 2025
Lost Week January 08, 2026

Abigail Ogilvy Gallery 2 shared issues
Addie 2 shared issues
Adrienne Greenblatt 2 shared issues
Adrienne Hunter 2 shared issues
Alamo Drafthouse 2 shared issues

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December 22, 2025 · Original source

From 8pm at Night Club 101 — An evening of performances by Volta, Kyle Scheurich, and Tanguay. DJ set to follow by shoy-li. Volta is only in New York for one week, and I’m very excited about this one. Not to miss!! | Tickets here

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Lost Week

January 08, 2026 · Original source

From 8pm at Night Club 101 — An evening of performances by Volta, Kyle Scheurich, and Tanguay. DJ set to follow by shoy-li. Volta is only in New York for one week, and I’m very excited about this one. Not to miss!! | Tickets here

Inline links: Night Club 101, Volta, Tanguay, shoy-li, here

The Man 10002 mentions across 2 issues

The Man 1000 is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 2 times across 2 issues between December 22, 2025 and January 14, 2026. The archive places it in contexts such as "performances: Chloe Cherry Blake The Man 1000 Drake Jazz Brown"; "Chloe Cherry Blake The Man 1000 Drake Jazz Brown". It most often appears alongside 169 Bar, 56 Henry, @lucdarcy.

Article page: The Man 1000
Mention count: 2
Issue count: 2
First seen: December 22, 2025
Last seen: January 14, 2026

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https://whitneyreview.org/

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COLLECTED AGENDA December 22, 2025
How To Break Paralysis January 14, 2026

169 Bar 2 shared issues
56 Henry 2 shared issues
@lucdarcy 2 shared issues
A.L. Bahta 2 shared issues
Ada Donnelly 2 shared issues

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December 22, 2025 · Original source

LOS ANGELES - From 7pm at The Earl — Matt Weinberger + Echoes + Le Keep present a night of DJ sets and performances: Chloe Cherry Blake The Man 1000 Drake Jazz Brown Emma Burney Le Keep Buff Pons Crooks etc.

Inline links: The Earl

Do you find everything interesting? Have you ever been bored? Was your last emotion in 2015?

January 14, 2026 · Original source

LOS ANGELES - From 7pm at The Earl — Matt Weinberger + Echoes + Le Keep present a night of DJ sets and performances: Chloe Cherry Blake The Man 1000 Drake Jazz Brown Emma Burney Le Keep Buff Pons Crooks etc.

Inline links: The Earl

Thomas Hardy2 mentions across 2 issues

Thomas Hardy is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 2 times across 2 issues between July 29, 2025 and August 14, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "the part of England where all the Thomas Hardy stories took place"; "I'll read Fanny Howe, Thomas Hardy, Dawn Powell on the floor". It most often appears alongside England, Lower East Side, A Night of Sermons.

Article page: Thomas Hardy
Mention count: 2
Issue count: 2
First seen: July 29, 2025
Last seen: August 14, 2025

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Walking Poems July 29, 2025
Do you find everything interesting? Have you ever been bored? Was your last emotion in 2015? August 14, 2025

England 2 shared issues
Lower East Side 2 shared issues
A Night of Sermons 1 shared issues
Abigail Mlinar 1 shared issues
Abundance Meditation 1 shared issues

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Walking Poems

July 29, 2025 · Original source

WHAT I DID Saturday, July 26 Sitting in a polo themed hotel bar abreast a ceramic bowl piled high with every variation of tesco mini croissants. The Lygon Arms Inn features long corridors and stone walls that give way to glass. Dark oak furniture and a courtyard and some heavy wood doors that open into quite modern and empty conference rooms. My father reads me stories from the guidebook. In 1380, a shepherd built a house that still stands. Next time, we will go to the part of England where all the Thomas Hardy stories took place. On my last day in the moors and the marshes, I walk ten miles and then run the last six as fast as I can. Make some calls. Clear my conscience. I cannot imagine, while I sprint for no reason, ever doing anything to betray my body or spirit again. I pause on the stump of a fallen beach tree to write this part down: PURITY OF BODY AND SPIRIT. Arrive at the hotel where we began a few days ago and they give me a key. Ahead of the pack, they laugh. I have to make a call, I say. In the Internet Room, I am soft spoken and nearly cautious. In the courtyard, I am wearing dirty clothes and making eye contact with strangers. The people here seem less grim than I’m accustomed to, which I suppose is to be expected from days of discipline and contentment. Robust outdoor strolls and ancient sights of worship. I will not destroy myself with sins like sloth anymore. It is very difficult to find anyone with a soul anymore, everyone was lamenting, underneath the Broadway Tower, built in 1759 and my father kept reminding me that it wasn’t that old, it really wasn’t so old in the comparative scheme of things. I know plenty of people with souls who still become incredibly didactic, my father was saying. Or something of that sort. Paraphrased a bit. The sentiment reminded me to be more gentle about it, anyways. I was being a bit contrarian for the sake of it, but trying to temper my will. Let me tell you about the age of individualism in the 80s as a reaction to the collective spirit of the 70s, my father was saying. Let me tell you about a return to tradition, I was declaring, walking too quickly, no one wanted to keep up. I wrote lots while I walked. I marched through windy fields and scribbled memories and sacraments into my phone. I was not uninterested in the view and the mist, but this is the only way in which I can really write anything at all; walking briskly and taking notes. Walking briskly and making promises. WHAT YOU SHOULD DO Tuesday July 29 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.

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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.

Inline links: Matt Weinberger, Scott Lipps, The Downtown Prom

Thomas Thatcher2 mentions across 2 issues

Thomas Thatcher is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 2 times across 2 issues between October 21, 2024 and December 09, 2024. The archive places it in contexts such as "Featuring ... Thomas Thatcher, Myles Zavelo"; "featuring Fall '24 Residents Thomas Thatcher, Madeline Cash, Jon Lindsey, Izzy Casey, and Raegan Bird". It most often appears alongside Annabel, Cassidy, Confessions.

Article page: Thomas Thatcher
Mention count: 2
Issue count: 2
First seen: October 21, 2024
Last seen: December 09, 2024
Instagram handle: @thomas__thatcher

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Issue trail

Everything I Wanted October 21, 2024
kind of a dud socially December 09, 2024

Annabel 2 shared issues
Cassidy 2 shared issues
Confessions 2 shared issues
Gideon Jacobs 2 shared issues
HEART 2 shared issues

Source context

Everything I Wanted

October 21, 2024 · Original source

In Manhattan, from 7pm at TJ Byrnes — Bronwen Lam and David Dufour present the second PATIO reading. Featuring Harold Rogers, Greta Scheldorn, Thomas Thatcher, Myles Zavelo, Sean Thor Conroe, and Danielle Chelosky.

Inline links: TJ Byrnes, Bronwen Lam, David Dufour, PATIO, Harold Rogers, Greta Scheldorn, Thomas Thatcher, Sean Thor Conroe, Danielle Chelosky

kind of a dud socially

December 09, 2024 · Original source

From 8pm at TJ Byrnes — Giancarlo DiTrapano Foundation presents their annual NYC reading, featuring Fall ’24 Residents Thomas Thatcher, Madeline Cash, Jon Lindsey, Izzy Casey, and Raegan Bird.

Inline links: Giancarlo DiTrapano Foundation, Thomas Thatcher, Madeline Cash, Jon Lindsey, Izzy Casey, Raegan Bird

Tilghman Goldsborough2 mentions across 2 issues

Tilghman Goldsborough is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 2 times across 2 issues between December 22, 2025 and January 14, 2026. The archive places it in contexts such as "readings from...Sam Anderson, and Tilghman Goldsborough"; "Sam Anderson, and Tilghman Goldsborough"; "readings from Anna Birch, Whitney Mallett, Bunny Rogers, Sam Anderson, and Tilghman Goldsborough". It most often appears alongside 169 Bar, 56 Henry, @lucdarcy.

Article page: Tilghman Goldsborough
Mention count: 2
Issue count: 2
First seen: December 22, 2025
Last seen: January 14, 2026
Instagram handle: @me_betseybrown

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Issue trail

COLLECTED AGENDA December 22, 2025
How To Break Paralysis January 14, 2026

169 Bar 2 shared issues
56 Henry 2 shared issues
@lucdarcy 2 shared issues
A.L. Bahta 2 shared issues
Ada Donnelly 2 shared issues

Source context

December 22, 2025 · Original source

From 7pm at KGB Bar — Riley Mac & Montana Thomas James bring back Straight Girls, with readings from Anna Birch, Whitney Mallett, Bunny Rogers, Sam Anderson, and Tilghman Goldsborough.

Inline links: KGB Bar, Riley Mac, Montana Thomas James, Straight Girls

What Are You Doing In The Fall?

January 14, 2026 · Original source

From 7pm at KGB Bar — Riley Mac & Montana Thomas James bring back Straight Girls, with readings from Anna Birch, Whitney Mallett, Bunny Rogers, Sam Anderson, and Tilghman Goldsborough.

Inline links: KGB Bar, Riley Mac, Montana Thomas James, Straight Girls

Timmy Simonds2 mentions across 2 issues

Timmy Simonds is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 2 times across 2 issues between September 03, 2024 and March 12, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "'Babel' features works by... Timmy Simonds"; "Organized by Masha Gaze and Timmy Simonds". It most often appears alongside Chloe Pingeon, Club Chess, El Salvador.

Article page: Timmy Simonds
Mention count: 2
Issue count: 2
First seen: September 03, 2024
Last seen: March 12, 2025
Instagram handle: @simmytimonds

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Issue trail

What Are You Doing In The Fall? September 03, 2024
Rules for Clarity March 12, 2025

Chloe Pingeon 2 shared issues
Club Chess 2 shared issues
El Salvador 2 shared issues
Gonzo's 2 shared issues
Matthew Danger Lippman 2 shared issues

Source context

September 03, 2024 · Original source

Thursday, September 5 from 6 - 9pm — ‘Babel’ opens at SARA’S at Dunkunsthalle; an exhibition and performance series curated by Sanna Almajedi. ‘Babel ' features works by Sam Anderson, Ali Eyal, Emma Fujiko, Yimiao Liu, Keli Safia Maksud, Asif Mian, Timmy Simonds, Stipan Tadić, and the duo Liz Phillips and Heidi Howard. The exhibition is on view through Sep 22, and the performances will continue through Sep 9. Babel tees are available for pickup at the gallery - dm saras.wordwide to order.

Inline links: SARA’S, Dunkunsthalle, Sanna Almajedi, Sam Anderson, Ali Eyal, Emma Fujiko, Yimiao Liu, Keli Safia Maksud, Asif Mian, Timmy Simonds, Stipan Tadić, Liz Phillips, Heidi Howard

I wish I had more to say about fashion week.

March 12, 2025 · Original source

From 6pm at Lubov — A 48 hour haircutting event begins. Haircuts offered by over 70 artists, gallerists, designers, musicians (none of them, as far as I know, stylists by trade, so attend at your own risk) - including Annie Armstrong, Emma Stern, Jamian Julian-Villani, Vita Hass, Sam Falb, and more. Organized by Masha Gaze and Timmy Simonds. Music by Gabriel Hollis, Marika Thunder, and more. Readings by Nick Dove, Sierra Armor, Tess Manhattan, and more. A Club Chess popup, screenings, cigarettes, quests (?). There’s too many people involved to list them all, but you have a full weekend to attend and see what you discover for yourself.

Inline links: Lubov, Masha Gaze, Timmy Simonds

Tom Meglio2 mentions across 2 issues

Tom Meglio is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 2 times across 2 issues between September 10, 2024 and September 21, 2024. The archive places it in contexts such as "Directed by Tom Meglio"; "directed by Tom Meglio". It most often appears alongside Anika Levy, Annabel Boardman, August Lamm.

Article page: Tom Meglio
Mention count: 2
Issue count: 2
First seen: September 10, 2024
Last seen: September 21, 2024
Instagram handle: @tommeglio

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Issue trail

Statues Of Critics. September 10, 2024
I wish I had more to say about fashion week. September 21, 2024

Anika Levy 2 shared issues
Annabel Boardman 2 shared issues
August Lamm 2 shared issues
Beckett Rosset 2 shared issues
Betsey Brown 2 shared issues

Source context

Statues Of Critics.

September 10, 2024 · Original source

Also Friday, September 13 from 7:30 - 9:30pm — Denmark opens at The Brooklyn Center for Theater Research. An eerie show to ring in Friday the Thirteenth. Written by Matthew Gasda, Directed by Tom Meglio, starring Sophia Englesberg.

Inline links: Denmark, Matthew Gasda, Tom Meglio, Sophia Englesberg

September 21, 2024 · Original source

Tonight, Saturday, September 21 from 7:30 - 9:30pm — Denmark continues The Brooklyn Center for Theater Research – “A dark yet comedic family drama by Matthew Gasda, directed by Tom Meglio.” As mentioned above, I really loved this play. Performances are listed through October 20, if you can’t make it tonight.

Inline links: Denmark, The

Tommy Bayer2 mentions across 2 issues

Tommy Bayer is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 2 times across 2 issues between December 22, 2025 and January 08, 2026. The archive places it in contexts such as "Tommy Bayer and Joan Flaherty are headlining". It most often appears alongside Abigail Ogilvy Gallery, Addie, Adrienne Greenblatt.

Article page: Tommy Bayer
Mention count: 2
Issue count: 2
First seen: December 22, 2025
Last seen: January 08, 2026
Instagram handle: @tommybayertime

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Issue trail

COLLECTED AGENDA December 22, 2025
Lost Week January 08, 2026

Abigail Ogilvy Gallery 2 shared issues
Addie 2 shared issues
Adrienne Greenblatt 2 shared issues
Adrienne Hunter 2 shared issues
Alamo Drafthouse 2 shared issues

Source context

December 22, 2025 · Original source

From 7:30 - 10pm at Brooklyn Center for Theatre Research — It’s stand up night. Tommy Bayer and Joan Flaherty are headlining. Also performing: Auryn Rothwell, Johnny Yan, Sam York, Adrienne Hunter. Potentially funny.

Inline links: stand up night, Tommy Bayer, Joan Flaherty

Lost Week

January 08, 2026 · Original source

From 7:30 - 10pm at Brooklyn Center for Theatre Research — It’s stand up night. Tommy Bayer and Joan Flaherty are headlining. Also performing: Auryn Rothwell, Johnny Yan, Sam York, Adrienne Hunter. Potentially funny.

Inline links: stand up night, Tommy Bayer, Joan Flaherty

Toni Kochensparger2 mentions across 2 issues

Toni Kochensparger is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 2 times across 2 issues between June 24, 2024 and July 08, 2024. The archive places it in contexts such as "Emily Danielle, Toni Kochensparger, and a magic ritual by Sarah Potter". It most often appears alongside A Doll House, Adam Lehrer, August Lamm.

Article page: Toni Kochensparger
Mention count: 2
Issue count: 2
First seen: June 24, 2024
Last seen: July 08, 2024
Instagram handle: @gothphiliproth

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Issue trail

COLLECTED AGENDA #4 June 24, 2024
COLLECTED AGENDA #5 July 08, 2024

A Doll House 2 shared issues
Adam Lehrer 2 shared issues
August Lamm 2 shared issues
Beckett Rosset 2 shared issues
Brooklyn Center for Theatre Research 2 shared issues

Source context

COLLECTED AGENDA #4

June 24, 2024 · Original source

Thursday, July 18 at KGB - Caitlin Dee is hosting a Meditations for Party Girls reading, featuring Caitlin Dee, Sophia June, Jomé Rain, Nicky Josephine, Emily Danielle, Toni Kochensparger, and a magic ritual by Sarah Potter (magic is the theme of the summer).

Inline links: KGB, Caitlin Dee, Meditations for Party Girls, Sophia June, Nicky Josephine, Emily Danielle, Toni Kochensparger, Sarah Potter

COLLECTED AGENDA #5

July 08, 2024 · Original source

At KGB - Caitlin Dee is hosting a Meditations for Party Girls reading, featuring Caitlin Dee, Sophia June, Jomé Rain, Nicky Josephine, Emily Danielle, Toni Kochensparger, and a magic ritual by Sarah Potter (magic is the theme of the summer).

Inline links: KGB, Caitlin Dee, Meditations for Party Girls, Sophia June, Nicky Josephine, Emily Danielle, Toni Kochensparger, Sarah Potter

Toussaint Rosefort2 mentions across 2 issues

Toussaint Rosefort 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 "ft Anders Lindseth, Toussaint Rosefort"; "ft Anders Lindseth, Toussaint Rosefort"; "ft Anders Lindseth, Toussaint Rosefort, Michelle Rosenberg, Gregory Gangemi". It most often appears alongside 3, Alexander Perrelli, Anders Lindseth.

Article page: Toussaint Rosefort
Mention count: 2
Issue count: 2
First seen: December 22, 2025
Last seen: January 27, 2026

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Issue trail

COLLECTED AGENDA December 22, 2025
California-At-Home January 27, 2026

3 2 shared issues
Alexander Perrelli 2 shared issues
Anders Lindseth 2 shared issues
Ani Tatintsyan 2 shared issues
Ann Manov 2 shared issues

Source context

generative and godly secrets

December 22, 2025 · Original source

From 8pm - late at Beverley’s — P R O V ??️ D E N C E opens, ft Anders Lindseth, Toussaint Rosefort, Michelle Rosenberg, Gregory Gangemi, and Alexander Perrelli. - “As beauty-seeking people, we scan the horizon for patterns of natural alignment, looking for what is right. These transcendental moments bring us to an understanding that our individual realities are part of a greater rhythmic whole.”

Inline links: Beverley’s

California-At-Home

January 27, 2026 · Original source

From 8pm - late at Beverley’s — P R O V ??️ D E N C E opens, ft Anders Lindseth, Toussaint Rosefort, Michelle Rosenberg, Gregory Gangemi, and Alexander Perrelli. - “As beauty-seeking people, we scan the horizon for patterns of natural alignment, looking for what is right. These transcendental moments bring us to an understanding that our individual realities are part of a greater rhythmic whole.”

Inline links: Beverley’s

Travis Fairclough2 mentions across 2 issues

Travis Fairclough is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 2 times across 2 issues between May 27, 2025 and November 12, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "a group exhibition curated by Travis Fairclough"; "Travis Fairclough 'Casino Pier'". It most often appears alongside Ellie, Foreign Domestic, New York.

Article page: Travis Fairclough
Mention count: 2
Issue count: 2
First seen: May 27, 2025
Last seen: November 12, 2025
Instagram handle: @travis_fairclough

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Issue trail

generative and godly secrets May 27, 2025
Things that Happened Once I Gave Up Vice November 12, 2025

Ellie 2 shared issues
Foreign Domestic 2 shared issues
New York 2 shared issues
Paul's Baby Grand 2 shared issues
Rebecca 2 shared issues

Source context

May 27, 2025 · Original source

From 6pm - 8pm at Foreign Domestic — Time is a River opens; a group exhibition curated by Travis Fairclough, with works by Cal Siegel, Dominic Palarchio, Emily Janowick, Mosie Romney, Sophie Friedman-Pappas, Valerie Keane.

Inline links: Foreign Domestic

Things that Happened Once I Gave Up Vice

November 12, 2025 · Original source

From 6pm - 8pm at Foreign Domestic — Another downtown opening - Travis Fairclough ‘Casino Pier’.

Inline links: Foreign Domestic, Travis Fairclough

Trump2 mentions across 2 issues

Trump is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 2 times across 2 issues between November 13, 2024 and November 19, 2024. The archive places it in contexts such as "The muted specter of Trump looms from a TV screen nearby"; "Trump swaggers onstage around 3 AM EST and delivers a predictably sleazy speech"; "Gideon Jacobs on Trump as image". It most often appears alongside Chloe Pingeon, Chris, Collected Agenda.

Article page: Trump
Mention count: 2
Issue count: 2
First seen: November 13, 2024
Last seen: November 19, 2024

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Collected Agenda with Lydia Sviatoslavsky November 13, 2024
Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence November 19, 2024

Chloe Pingeon 2 shared issues
Chris 2 shared issues
Collected Agenda 2 shared issues
Sovereign House 2 shared issues
UFC 2 shared issues

Source context

Collected Agenda with Lydia Sviatoslavsky

November 13, 2024 · Original source

When we arrive at Forever Magazine’s issue launch party, the topic of self-restraint resurfaces. “I’ve given up on men,” a tall blonde woman confides. “No more casual sex.” My friend nods in agreement. I admittedly can’t relate. All this talk of abstinence clashes violently with the tenor of the party, cheekily proffering Americana in all its glorious excess: Beer! Burgers! Hot dogs! Tits! I watch in silence as several guys deepthroat hot dogs. The muted specter of Trump looms from a TV screen nearby. I’m firmly off the wagon but not feeling especially patriotic.

Trump swaggers onstage around 3 AM EST and delivers a predictably sleazy speech, offering the usual medley of vacant hyperbole before clumsily praising Elon Musk’s (red) rocket as if he’s on the bottle at a dinner party:

These moments of incoherence and utter detachment from the gravity of his position on the world stage are met with confused titters from the audience. The collective “HUHN?” inexplicably followed by roaring cheers reminds me of Dwayne Elizondo Mountain Dew Herbert Camacho’s State of the Union address in Idiocracy, amplified further when Trump turns the mic over to UFC president Dana White. Guess it’s a boy’s night! Fun. May the biggest dick win. Clearly there’s not much at stake here. Global relations…wealth disparity…ongoing genocide…the fate of human civilization…should be chill. At the end of the day, dude has Vibes. He shoveled some fries at McD’s once. He gets it.

Inline links: Dwayne Elizondo Mountain Dew Herbert Camacho’s State of the Union address

Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence

November 19, 2024 · Original source

To listen: NM Talkcore: Writer Gideon Jacobs on Trump as image

Inline links: NM Talkcore: Writer Gideon Jacobs on Trump as image

Tweaker Gospel2 mentions across 2 issues

Tweaker Gospel is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 2 times across 2 issues between February 25, 2025 and October 06, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "Tweaker Gospel DJ's the last ever 185 E Broadway event"; "Tweaker Gospel presents her single Maspeth. PERFORMANCE. VIDEO. PARTY". It most often appears alongside Chloe Wheeler, Los Angeles, New York.

Article page: Tweaker Gospel
Mention count: 2
Issue count: 2
First seen: February 25, 2025
Last seen: October 06, 2025
Instagram handle: @gospeltribe

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Issue trail

My Glass House February 25, 2025
Big Huge World October 06, 2025

Chloe Wheeler 2 shared issues
Los Angeles 2 shared issues
New York 2 shared issues
Night Club 101 2 shared issues
Nublu 2 shared issues

Source context

My Glass House

February 25, 2025 · Original source

From 8pm — Tweaker Gospel DJ’s the last ever 185 E Broadway event.

Inline links: Tweaker Gospel

October 06, 2025 · Original source

From 7pm - 10pm at Nublu — Tweaker Gospel presents her single Maspeth. PERFORMANCE. VIDEO. PARTY. Ft Ev Christensten and Broom. This will be a beautiful evening and I can’t wait. | Tickets here

Inline links: Nublu, Tweaker Gospel, Ev Christensten, Broom, here

Tyler Wolpert2 mentions across 2 issues

Tyler Wolpert is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 2 times across 2 issues between December 22, 2025 and January 14, 2026. The archive places it in contexts such as "Readings from...Callum Murphy, Tyler Wolpert, Alex Barney"; "Readings on modern romance from...Tyler Wolpert, Alex Barney"; "Readings on modern romance from... Tyler Wolpert". It most often appears alongside 169 Bar, 56 Henry, @lucdarcy.

Article page: Tyler Wolpert
Mention count: 2
Issue count: 2
First seen: December 22, 2025
Last seen: January 14, 2026

Outbound links

Issue trail

COLLECTED AGENDA December 22, 2025
How To Break Paralysis January 14, 2026

169 Bar 2 shared issues
56 Henry 2 shared issues
@lucdarcy 2 shared issues
A.L. Bahta 2 shared issues
Ada Donnelly 2 shared issues

Source context

December 22, 2025 · Original source

From 8pm - late at Lubov Gallery — Ada Donnelly presents OOMF: Boysturn. Readings on modern romance from Peter Vack, Billy Pedlow, Qingyuan Deng, Brett Fletcher Laur, Callum Murphy, Tyler Wolpert, Alex Barney, Drew Zeiba, Ryan D Petersen.

Inline links: Lubov Gallery, Ada Donnelly

January 14, 2026 · Original source

From 8pm - late at Lubov Gallery — Ada Donnelly presents OOMF: Boysturn. Readings on modern romance from Peter Vack, Billy Pedlow, Qingyuan Deng, Brett Fletcher Laur, Callum Murphy, Tyler Wolpert, Alex Barney, Drew Zeiba, Ryan D Petersen.

Inline links: Lubov Gallery, Ada Donnelly

Taeler Kallmerten1 mentions across 1 issues

Taeler Kallmerten 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 "featuring Ariel Courage, Evan Lazarus, Taeler Kallmerten, Tom Ianelli, and Katy Allen". It most often appears alongside Abe Shapiro, Aidan Lapoche, Alan Parker.

Article page: Taeler Kallmerten
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: February 15, 2026
Last seen: February 15, 2026

Outbound links

https://whitneyreview.org/

Issue trail

Yellow-all-around February 15, 2026

Abe Shapiro 1 shared issues
Aidan Lapoche 1 shared issues
Alan Parker 1 shared issues
Allen Parker 1 shared issues
Amazon 1 shared issues

Source context

Indulging in the Eschaton

February 15, 2026 · Original source

From 7pm at KGB — Late To The Party Press hosts a reading, featuring Ariel Courage, Evan Lazarus, Taeler Kallmerten, Tom Ianelli, and Katy Allen.

Inline links: Late To The Party Press

Tamim Alnuweiri1 mentions across 1 issues

Tamim Alnuweiri is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between October 28, 2024 and October 28, 2024. The archive places it in contexts such as "ft Gutes, Ali Royals, Tamim Alnuweiri, Zach Schiffman". It most often appears alongside 12 Questions, 27 Club, Adeline Swartzendruber.

Article page: Tamim Alnuweiri
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: October 28, 2024
Last seen: October 28, 2024
Instagram handle: @pissbowling

Outbound links

Issue trail

Indulging in the Eschaton October 28, 2024

12 Questions 1 shared issues
27 Club 1 shared issues
Adeline Swartzendruber 1 shared issues
Adrienne Reenblatt 1 shared issues
Ali Royals 1 shared issues

Source context

October 28, 2024 · Original source

From 7pm - late at Jean’s — The Thing Is hosts a stacked show and party ft Gutes, Ali Royals, Tamim Alnuweiri, Zach Schiffman, Sydnee Washington, Brandon Wardwell, and Casey Brown, DJ set by We Take Manhattan.

Inline links: Jean’s, The Thing Is, Gutes, Ali Royals, Tamim Alnuweiri, Zach Schiffman, Sydnee Washington, Brandon Wardwell, Casey Brown, We Take Manhattan

Tania Jaramillo1 mentions across 1 issues

Tania Jaramillo 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 "Will Lach, Tania Jaramillo, Sarah Borruto". It most often appears alongside 720 Strength LES, 92NY, A.M. Homes.

Article page: Tania Jaramillo
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: October 06, 2025
Last seen: October 06, 2025

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Issue trail

Big Huge World October 06, 2025

720 Strength LES 1 shared issues
92NY 1 shared issues
A.M. Homes 1 shared issues
Abel Ferrara 1 shared issues
Above Town #2 1 shared issues

Source context

October 06, 2025 · Original source

From 4pm at 720 Strength LES — BRCOpenMics presents October Reading Series, ft Rorey, Chloe Wheeler, Will Lach, Tania Jaramillo, Sarah Borruto, Kathryn Kearney, Tyson Elizabeth Pope, and Paige Walker.

Inline links: 720 Strength LES, BRCOpenMics, October Reading Series

Tanja Laden1 mentions across 1 issues

Tanja Laden 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 "readings from cast and friends including Emily Anderson Tanja Laden". It most often appears alongside Aimee Goguen, Amelia, American Academy of Arts and Letters.

Article page: Tanja Laden
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: September 26, 2025
Last seen: September 26, 2025

Outbound links

Issue trail

Apocalyptic Ideation September 26, 2025

Aimee Goguen 1 shared issues
Amelia 1 shared issues
American Academy of Arts and Letters 1 shared issues
Antichrist 1 shared issues
Apollo Studio 1 shared issues

Source context

Apocalyptic Ideation

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

Inline links: Human Resources, tickets

Tanjil Rashid1 mentions across 1 issues

Tanjil Rashid is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between December 09, 2025 and December 09, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "ft Geoff Dyer, Róisín Lanigan, Tanjil Rashid, Yoel Noorali"; "Róisín Lanigan, Tanjil Rashid, Yoel Noorali". It most often appears alongside A Winter Ball, Alice Bailey, An Evening of Internet Cinema.

Article page: Tanjil Rashid
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: December 09, 2025
Last seen: December 09, 2025
Instagram handle: @rash_nyc

Outbound links

Issue trail

Hotel Lobby Gossip December 09, 2025

A Winter Ball 1 shared issues
Alice Bailey 1 shared issues
An Evening of Internet Cinema 1 shared issues
Annabel Gould 1 shared issues
Araya 1 shared issues

Source context

Do you find everything interesting? Have you ever been bored? Was your last emotion in 2015?

December 09, 2025 · Original source

LONDON - From 8pm - late at Lost Club Night — Lost x Soho Reading Series presents their debut, ft Geoff Dyer, Róisín Lanigan, Tanjil Rashid, Yoel Noorali, and Jodie Harsh. Hosted by Tom Willis. Music hall and cub night to follow.

Inline links: Lost Club Night, Lost, Soho Reading Series

Tara Isabella Burton1 mentions across 1 issues

Tara Isabella Burton 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 "readings by Matthew Gasda, Tara Isabella Burton, Stephen G. Adubato". It most often appears alongside Aimee Goguen, Amelia, American Academy of Arts and Letters.

Article page: Tara Isabella Burton
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: September 26, 2025
Last seen: September 26, 2025
Instagram handle: @me_betseybrown

Outbound links

Issue trail

Apocalyptic Ideation September 26, 2025

Aimee Goguen 1 shared issues
Amelia 1 shared issues
American Academy of Arts and Letters 1 shared issues
Antichrist 1 shared issues
Apollo Studio 1 shared issues

Source context

Apocalyptic Ideation

September 26, 2025 · Original source

From 8:45pm at Brooklyn Center for Theatre Research — Epiphanies begins; a new reading regular series that focuses on love (for other people or Nature or God) and religious experiences. The first event features readings by Matthew Gasda, Tara Isabella Burton, Stephen G. Adubato, Bob Lain, Sean Lynch, and more. Rooftop party with drinks and treats to follow the readings. Epiphanies is sponsored by Romanticon - “a revival of romantic letters: Sharing and performing the fruits of the intimate.”

Inline links: Brooklyn Center for Theatre Research, Epiphanies, Romanticon

Tarek Ziad1 mentions across 1 issues

Tarek Ziad 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 "Readings by Jeff Weiss, Maryze, Tarek Ziad, Sage Groves, and Jordan Rountree". It most often appears alongside Abundance Meditation, Alice Bailey, Amelia.

Article page: Tarek Ziad
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: August 14, 2025
Last seen: August 14, 2025

Outbound links

https://whitneyreview.org/

Issue trail

Do you find everything interesting? Have you ever been bored? Was your last emotion in 2015? August 14, 2025

Abundance Meditation 1 shared issues
Alice Bailey 1 shared issues
Amelia 1 shared issues
Anika Jade Levy 1 shared issues
Ann Taylor 1 shared issues

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August 14, 2025 · Original source

LOS ANGELES - From 8pm at The Monty Bar — Car Crash Collective presents Summer Breakers. Readings by Jeff Weiss, Maryze, Tarek Ziad, Sage Groves, and Jordan Rountree. Djs Yuriel and Lucy Healy.

Inline links: The Monty Bar

Tariq Oliver1 mentions across 1 issues

Tariq Oliver is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between September 04, 2025 and September 04, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "group show featuring … Tariq Oliver". It most often appears alongside 131 Chrystie St, 54 Barrow St, Aeronauts Aimed for Altitude, Even….

Article page: Tariq Oliver
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: September 04, 2025
Last seen: September 04, 2025

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Drinking Dreams September 04, 2025

131 Chrystie St 1 shared issues
54 Barrow St 1 shared issues
Aeronauts Aimed for Altitude, Even… 1 shared issues
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Alexa Ferrer 1 shared issues

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Drinking Dreams

September 04, 2025 · Original source

From 6pm - 8pm at IRL Gallery — GIFT opens - a group show featuring Alexandra Rubinstein, Danielle Kosann, Elizabeth Bergeland, Jordan Sears, Marisa Regante, Michael McGregor, Rebecca Storm, Shawn Huckins, and Tariq Oliver.

Inline links: IRL Gallery, GIFT

Tarkovsky1 mentions across 1 issues

Tarkovsky 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 "To My Mother, Tarkovsky dedicated the film". It most often appears alongside 365 Apartment, Adriant Khadafhi Bereal, Afters.

Article page: Tarkovsky
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: October 13, 2025
Last seen: October 13, 2025

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Void of Course October 13, 2025

365 Apartment 1 shared issues
Adriant Khadafhi Bereal 1 shared issues
Afters 1 shared issues
Aheem 1 shared issues
Alain de Botton 1 shared issues

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Void of Course

October 13, 2025 · Original source

WHAT I DID Monday, October 6 They are swimming in the water because they hope to never die, the Russian writer is told, in Nostalghia (1983). The Italian villagers are bathing in steaming blue mineral pools and discussing the man who locked his family up for seven years on account of fear of the outside world. It is my favorite Tarkovsky, and Dory suggests we go to Metrograph for the late night viewing tonight. She wants to see the candle scene again. She wants to parse out whether the composer in the film is a product of delusion or reality. She wants to be reminded of dreams and mist and Saint Catherine of Siena, and I want to see foggy long shots and the part where a beautiful little girl in a rock cave tells the drunk man, yes, I am very happy to be alive. It’s a kind of ghostly journey to the theater. Monday night, and so there are not too many people out, though I can tell when a girl is heading to the same place as me because she will be wearing something like a tattered tank top and skirt and lots of gold rings and a few bangles. I spot a few such girls somewhere around Delancey Street, and by the time I reach Ludlow Street, there is a group of us walking in silent quickstep. The theater is surprisingly full. The mood is surprisingly heavy and quiet. By midnight, when the snow falls over the Russian writer and the German Shepard and the Italian countryside and the hologram of the colosseum and the candles have all been placed in quivering gestures of immolation, reverence, or madness, and the lights come on in the theater, I am certain that autumn is here. The last time I saw this film, I stepped outside into bright summer heat, Dory tells me. This is certainly not a summer film, I tell Dory. I step over puddles on the walk home. I mute my own nostalgia. I think about how this isn’t something dull like another movie about aging, but there is something reticent about madness that comes from envisioning eternity. Mystics and schizophrenics. It’s just one life all at once. I stayed up all night last night until the sky turned hazy blue and cotton candy pink, and my Nosferatu metal bedframe turned all washed in pastel color and then, I remembered time had been passing all along. Poured Blueland soup and dragged a dishrag across the hard wood floors. Stood in cream white socks by a small metal stove and fried bacon and eggs in avocado oil. Fried a non-iron-fortified flour tortilla in coconut oil and threw tomato on top. Thought about the sort of person who starts a day in this way. Thought about how a morning like this could almost be something else. Almost like I went to sleep and woke up to this. Cotton candy skies and bacon, eggs, the good sort of oils. Starting a day instead of blurring one into the next. Blurring everything together. Watching fog and music and stone castle villages and Madonnas and Patron Saints all blur together in the most harrowing film in the world at Metrograph. I like Nostalghia, but it is such a harrowing film. BEAUTIFUL AND HARROWING FILM, I text Celia. To My Mother, Tarkovsky dedicated the film. If it wasn’t past midnight, I would call my own family and say sorry. I’ve been thinking about myself a lot. I would mostly say I’m sorry for that. Tuesday, October 7 Here is an idea: clear out your room of everything nice, leave only the decrepit and ugly things behind, lie in filth for a month or a few, and then clear things out even further. Clear out your room of anything aside from blank space and empty floor, and one fitted sheet, and lie there for a little longer. It will be winter or perhaps even spring, now. Bring back your beautiful things. Fill your room with everything nice. Determine how a person should be. Alain de Botton talks about this. He talks about how you can pick a whole new life through exercises in Architectures of Unhappiness like this one. I am springing out of bed this morning with a strong and pervasive desire for a whole new life. It got cold for a minute, and this shift in seasons scrubbed everything clean. I am yet to scrub my room of everything beautiful, everything empty, or everything bad. Today I will build a beautiful life. Today I will buy a beautiful life. This again but this time I mean it: TO DO Finish and edit blog

Taryn1 mentions across 1 issues

Taryn is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between October 09, 2024 and October 09, 2024. The archive places it in contexts such as "bike downtown to my friend Taryn's photography book launch". It most often appears alongside 52 Walker, @singersny, Are.na.

Article page: Taryn
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: October 09, 2024
Last seen: October 09, 2024

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Collected Agenda with Sam Falb October 09, 2024

52 Walker 1 shared issues
@singersny 1 shared issues
Are.na 1 shared issues
Basement 1 shared issues
Behind The Seams 1 shared issues

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Collected Agenda with Sam Falb

October 09, 2024 · Original source

Go on a gallery walk – see the Doug Wheeler exhibition at David Zwirner’s Chelsea gallery. It’s immersive, like walking into a murky universe of fog and mystery. The nearby Gladstone Gallery also has a particularly splashy show of paintings. You could then get ice cream, whether at Cafe Panna, that weird Venchi or the aforesaid Pasticerria Rocco in the West Village, or one of the new Salt and Straw locations. As the sun sets, leisurely bike downtown to my friend Taryn’s photography book launch. You might find yourself on the patio at Basement, Singer’s, or that bar to cap the night off.

Inline links: Doug Wheeler exhibition, Gladstone Gallery, Cafe Panna, Venchi, Pasticerria Rocco, Salt and Straw, photography book launch, Basement, Singer’s, that bar

Taylor Ervin1 mentions across 1 issues

Taylor Ervin is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between September 12, 2025 and September 12, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "Q&A with director Taylor Ervin". It most often appears alongside Accidie, Albania, AltCitizen.

Article page: Taylor Ervin
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: September 12, 2025
Last seen: September 12, 2025

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Perfect Little Life September 12, 2025

Accidie 1 shared issues
Albania 1 shared issues
AltCitizen 1 shared issues
Amelia 1 shared issues
ARDOR 1 shared issues

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Perfect Little Life

September 12, 2025 · Original source

From 7pm - 9pm at Lubov — The Yearbook Committee hosts a screening of Goodbye, Art and a Q&A with director Taylor Ervin. - “Goodbye, Art attempts to answer the question of why art feels stuck today. Hollywood is churning out endless sequels and the galleries are full of bad imitations of 20th century art. How did we get here? Why does art suck now? The film puts that question to artists and intellectuals and even to a man who suspects that the Earth might be flat.”

Inline links: Lubov, The Yearbook Committee

Taylor Jeanne Penney1 mentions across 1 issues

Taylor Jeanne Penney is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between March 25, 2025 and March 25, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "Car Crash Girl by Taylor Jeanne Penney". It most often appears alongside Albany, Alex Arthur, Anamaria Silic.

Article page: Taylor Jeanne Penney
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: March 25, 2025
Last seen: March 25, 2025
Instagram handle: @carcrashgirl

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How to Redeem Yourself March 25, 2025

Albany 1 shared issues
Alex Arthur 1 shared issues
Anamaria Silic 1 shared issues
Anthology Film Archives 1 shared issues
ArtX 1 shared issues

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How to Redeem Yourself

March 25, 2025 · Original source

From 4pm - 6pm at BCTR — Fight Club returns for Volume II. This time, it’s a reading. Car Crash Girl by Taylor Jeanne Penney, and Mayor of Rome by Robin Schavoir. Spring is here, so obviously, the roof will be open.

Inline links: Taylor Jeanne Penney, Robin Schavoir

Taylor Lewandowski1 mentions across 1 issues

Taylor Lewandowski 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 "Featuring Alissa Bennett, Taylor Lewandowski, Walker Rutter-Bowman". It most often appears alongside Adeline, Adriana Furlong, Aimee Armstrong.

Article page: Taylor Lewandowski
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: November 19, 2024
Last seen: November 19, 2024
Instagram handle: @taylorlewandowski

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Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence November 19, 2024

Adeline 1 shared issues
Adriana Furlong 1 shared issues
Aimee Armstrong 1 shared issues
Alexander Sammartino 1 shared issues
Alissa Bennett 1 shared issues

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Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence

November 19, 2024 · Original source

From 8pm at TJByrnes — Patio presents their third evening of reading. Featuring Alissa Bennett, Taylor Lewandowski, Walker Rutter-Bowman, Maya Martinez, Sarah Wang, and Alexander Sammartino.

Inline links: TJByrnes, Patio, Alissa Bennett, Taylor Lewandowski, Walker Rutter-Bowman, Maya Martinez

Taylor Scarabelli1 mentions across 1 issues

Taylor Scarabelli 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 "special guests Nicolaia Rips, Taylor Scarabelli, and Emily Kirkpatrick". It most often appears alongside 220 Bogart St, 99 Minutes or Less, Alex Da Corte.

Article page: Taylor Scarabelli
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: November 05, 2025
Last seen: November 05, 2025
Instagram handle: @me_betseybrown

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Fever Dreams November 05, 2025

220 Bogart St 1 shared issues
99 Minutes or Less 1 shared issues
Alex Da Corte 1 shared issues
Alex Delany 1 shared issues
Alice Bailey 1 shared issues

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Fever Dreams

November 05, 2025 · Original source

From 6pm (cocktails) 7:15pm (show) at 555 Greenwich Ave — Alyssa Vingan and The New Garde unpack The Year In Fashion with special guests Nicolaia Rips, Taylor Scarabelli, and Emily Kirkpatrick. | Tickets here

Inline links: Alyssa Vingan, The New Garde, here

Taylore Scarabelli1 mentions across 1 issues

Taylore Scarabelli is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between September 21, 2024 and September 21, 2024. The archive places it in contexts such as "Taylore Scarabelli from Interview is looking for The Inside Scoop on a Rumored Scandal"; "On her Instagram stories, Taylore Scarabelli from Interview is looking for The Inside Scoop on a Rumored Scandal". It most often appears alongside $EGIRL Zine, 10cust, Adeline Swartzendruber.

Article page: Taylore Scarabelli
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: September 21, 2024
Last seen: September 21, 2024
Instagram handle: @me_betseybrown

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I wish I had more to say about fashion week. September 21, 2024

$EGIRL Zine 1 shared issues
10cust 1 shared issues
Adeline Swartzendruber 1 shared issues
Alexa Chung 1 shared issues
Alirqq 1 shared issues

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I wish I had more to say about fashion week.

September 21, 2024 · Original source

The reviews that come later are mixed. The Cut says it lacks feeling. Cultured runs an interview that is solidly positive but doesn’t say much that is new. On her Instagram stories, Taylore Scarabelli from Interview is looking for The Inside Scoop on a Rumored Scandal. Her anonymous sourcing lands on the hypothesis that casting and styling pulled out last minute in protest of some right-wing adjacent models slated to walk. I’m not sure about an inside scoop, this was the only show I attended, and I’ve always found the practice of critiquing a collection (physical form) based on a runway show (spectacle?) to be strange. Most of the fashion week criticism I’ve read this year has seemed more like scene reports anyways, and so maybe this paradox is becoming more explicit. Alexa Chung and Madewell put cigarettes on silver trays and now we’re avant-garde. Ralph Lauren is in the Hamptons. Everything is boring, but I’m never bored when I’m included, and I guess it’s hard to find objectivity within that flagrant narcissism.

Inline links: The Cut, Cultured, Taylore Scarabelli, Interview, Alexa Chung and Madewell put cigarettes on silver trays, Ralph Lauren is in the Hamptons

I go to Denmark first tonight. It’s the first play I’ve seen at The Brooklyn Center for Theater Research, although I took a writing class with Betsey Brown there this summer that I loved.

Inline links: Denmark, The Brooklyn Center for Theater Research, B

Teddy Wayne1 mentions across 1 issues

Teddy Wayne is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between May 28, 2024 and May 28, 2024. The archive places it in contexts such as "Teddy Wayne will read from his latest novel The Winner at The Corner Bookstore"; "Teddy Wayne will read from his latest novel The Winner". It most often appears alongside Addison Pest Control Shop, Amtrak, Anne-Laure Lemaitre.

Article page: Teddy Wayne
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: May 28, 2024
Last seen: May 28, 2024

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COLLECTED AGENDA #2 May 28, 2024

Addison Pest Control Shop 1 shared issues
Amtrak 1 shared issues
Anne-Laure Lemaitre 1 shared issues
Arden Wohl 1 shared issues
Audrey Wollen 1 shared issues

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May 28, 2024 · Original source

In literary news, Thursday, May 30 from 6 - 7:30pm - Teddy Wayne will read from his latest novel The Winner at The Corner Bookstore. Re - “A dark, explosive literary thriller that brilliantly skewers the elite”

Inline links: Teddy Wayne, The Corner Bookstore

Teresa d'Avila1 mentions across 1 issues

Teresa d'Avila is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between December 09, 2025 and December 09, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "The Interior Castle by Teresa d'Avila". It most often appears alongside A Winter Ball, Alice Bailey, An Evening of Internet Cinema.

Article page: Teresa d'Avila
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: December 09, 2025
Last seen: December 09, 2025

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Hotel Lobby Gossip December 09, 2025

A Winter Ball 1 shared issues
Alice Bailey 1 shared issues
An Evening of Internet Cinema 1 shared issues
Annabel Gould 1 shared issues
Araya 1 shared issues

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The social experiment is now over

December 09, 2025 · Original source

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Teresa de Avila1 mentions across 1 issues

Teresa de Avila is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between December 22, 2025 and December 22, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "The Interior Castle by Teresa de Avila". It most often appears alongside Advil, Alice B. Toklas, Alligator.

Article page: Teresa de Avila
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: December 22, 2025
Last seen: December 22, 2025

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The social experiment is now over December 22, 2025

Advil 1 shared issues
Alice B. Toklas 1 shared issues
Alligator 1 shared issues
Argireline 1 shared issues
Caffe Reggio 1 shared issues

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December 22, 2025 · Original source

Copies of Little Way of Saint Therese of Lisieux and The Interior Castle by Teresa de Avila

Inline links: Little Way of Saint Therese of Lisieux, The Interior Castle

Terms Eccles1 mentions across 1 issues

Terms Eccles 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 "Terms Eccles is throwing another tax day party". It most often appears alongside Alex Kazemi, Anthony Galluzzo, BioBat Art Space.

Article page: Terms Eccles
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: April 15, 2025
Last seen: April 15, 2025
Instagram handle: @terms_eccles

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[REDACTED] is awful April 15, 2025

Alex Kazemi 1 shared issues
Anthony Galluzzo 1 shared issues
BioBat Art Space 1 shared issues
Brittany 1 shared issues
Brittany Menjivar 1 shared issues

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[REDACTED] is awful

April 15, 2025 · Original source

From 8pm - late at (RSVP for location) — Terms Eccles is throwing another tax day party!! - “talking broadly about money and art and downtown and midtown, all at once. the only thing that will make tax day worth celebrating.”

Inline links: Terms Eccles

Tess Pollok1 mentions across 1 issues

Tess Pollok is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between November 27, 2025 and November 27, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "Triptych Reading returns with Tess Pollok, Charents Apkarian, and Coco Gordon-Moore"; "Triptych Reading returns with Tess Pollok". It most often appears alongside A Very Pussycat Thanksgiving, Alex Arthur, Alice Bailey.

Article page: Tess Pollok
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: November 27, 2025
Last seen: November 27, 2025

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One Million Billion Interludes November 27, 2025

A Very Pussycat Thanksgiving 1 shared issues
Alex Arthur 1 shared issues
Alice Bailey 1 shared issues
Andrei Tarkovsky 1 shared issues
Apple Store 1 shared issues

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One Million Billion Interludes

November 27, 2025 · Original source

From 7pm at Stories — Triptych Reading returns with Tess Pollok, Charents Apkarian, and Coco Gordon-Moore. | RSVP here

Inline links: Stories, Triptych Reading, here

Tessa Belle1 mentions across 1 issues

Tessa Belle is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between January 03, 2025 and January 03, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "featuring Tessa Belle, Daniel Kolitz, Sooyoung Moon". It most often appears alongside @byrellthegreat, @fysicaltherapy, A Small Fruit Song.

Article page: Tessa Belle
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: January 03, 2025
Last seen: January 03, 2025
Instagram handle: @me_betseybrown

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The End Of The Year January 03, 2025

@byrellthegreat 1 shared issues
@fysicaltherapy 1 shared issues
A Small Fruit Song 1 shared issues
Adam Ross 1 shared issues
After Hours 1 shared issues

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The End Of The Year

January 03, 2025 · Original source

From 7pm at Rodeo (1134 President Street) — The Good Time Girls present MEN: A Reading, featuring Tessa Belle, Daniel Kolitz, Sooyoung Moon, Megan Nolan, Andres Vaamonde, and “the hovering spirit of Ezra Klein and his particular model of masculinity”

Inline links: MEN: A Reading

Tessa Gourin1 mentions across 1 issues

Tessa Gourin is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between May 27, 2025 and May 27, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "Works by and featuring Tessa Gourin, Lukas Burton, Mralowe Holden, Evan Frazier". It most often appears alongside 327 Bowery, Abby Lloyd, absurdism.

Article page: Tessa Gourin
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: May 27, 2025
Last seen: May 27, 2025

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generative and godly secrets May 27, 2025

327 Bowery 1 shared issues
Abby Lloyd 1 shared issues
absurdism 1 shared issues
Adidas 1 shared issues
Allie Rowbottom 1 shared issues

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generative and godly secrets

May 27, 2025 · Original source

From 6:30pm (show at 7:30pm) at Georgia Room — Reunion LIVE by Sean Glass returns - live short plays adapted from movies. Works by and featuring Tessa Gourin, Lukas Burton, Mralowe Holden, Evan Frazier, and more. Drinks to follow the show.

Inline links: Georgia Room, Reunion, Sean Glass

texas baby1 mentions across 1 issues

texas baby 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.

Article page: texas baby
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: September 03, 2024
Last seen: September 03, 2024
Instagram handle: @me_betseybrown

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What Are You Doing In The Fall? September 03, 2024

56 Henry 1 shared issues
A.L. 1 shared issues
Adidas 1 shared issues
Alex Walton 1 shared issues
Ali Eyal 1 shared issues

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What Are You Doing In The Fall?

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

Inline links: The Femcels, Pretty Garden Club, hi im home, thanks god, Forest Fairy, texas baby, Chicken, shitpills, AliRQ

The Bitch1 mentions across 1 issues

The Bitch is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between November 05, 2024 and November 05, 2024. The archive places it in contexts such as "O'Flaherty's new location opens at 165 Allen St with The Bitch, Matthew Barney, and Alex Katz". It most often appears alongside 66 Greene St, Adeline Swartzendruber, Agnes Enhtamir.

Article page: The Bitch
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: November 05, 2024
Last seen: November 05, 2024
Instagram handle: @me_betseybrown

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Playing With Glass November 05, 2024

66 Greene St 1 shared issues
Adeline Swartzendruber 1 shared issues
Agnes Enhtamir 1 shared issues
Alex Arthur 1 shared issues
Alex Katz 1 shared issues

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Playing With Glass

November 05, 2024 · Original source

From 6 - 8pm — O'Flaherty's new location opens at 165 Allen St with The Bitch, Matthew Barney, and Alex Katz.

Inline links: O'Flaherty's

The Dare1 mentions across 1 issues

The Dare is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between September 04, 2025 and September 04, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "The Dare and Sexy Damion host Frequencies". It most often appears alongside 131 Chrystie St, 54 Barrow St, Aeronauts Aimed for Altitude, Even….

Article page: The Dare
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: September 04, 2025
Last seen: September 04, 2025
Instagram handle: @itsthedare

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Drinking Dreams September 04, 2025

131 Chrystie St 1 shared issues
54 Barrow St 1 shared issues
Aeronauts Aimed for Altitude, Even… 1 shared issues
Agnes Enhktamir 1 shared issues
Alexa Ferrer 1 shared issues

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Drinking Dreams

September 04, 2025 · Original source

From 10pm at 131 Chrystie St – The Dare and Sexy Damion host Frequencies. Free.

Inline links: The Dare, Sexy Damion

the path1 mentions across 1 issues

the path is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between June 09, 2025 and June 09, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "b2b fifi, and the path". It most often appears alongside A Court of Thorns and Roses, Allie Rowbottom, Amnesiascope.

Article page: the path
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: June 09, 2025
Last seen: June 09, 2025

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A supposedly fun thing I’ll never do again June 09, 2025

A Court of Thorns and Roses 1 shared issues
Allie Rowbottom 1 shared issues
Amnesiascope 1 shared issues
Aperol 1 shared issues
Apt 5 1 shared issues

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A supposedly fun thing I’ll never do again

June 09, 2025 · Original source

WHAT I DID Saturday, May 31 I wake up at six am to Miami Beach hazy dawn, honey bear full of gummy bears, skinny pop popcorn and torres truffle potato chips and I believe this mini bar isn't motion-censored but if it is, well, is already to late because I am crouched over on the floor playing pharmacy with the sorting of cosmopolitan, candies, pretzels, aperol spritz. The sun is hot and already almost too bright outside. There's a kind of resignation to the physical exhaustion of today. I could pump myself full of junk food and sink into the hotel carpet disassociated, spinning, things have been oscillating in such extremes and I guess there is some solid ground now, but I am still so breathless and uncertain when I try to consider this as real. "What I like about a hotel is the idea that you can just completely change vibes," my boyfriend was saying. "Anonymity. Abandon your two week life.” I came to consciousness in my two week life sobbing in the morning. I came to consciousness with tears pouring down my face in the bluest water you have ever seen. There was cognizance while gasping for air at the coconut stand, warm liquor, a scene at The Standard. I plugged the story into chat gpt like someone evil or something all made up. Is the narrator likable, I asked. Is this genius, I begged. A whirling tale about wearing the wrong linens, said the robot. the narrator is kind of redeemable, unlike, clearly [redacted] I have lost all my vindication. I have promised not to beg. I reread the letter and they told Rose at breakfast at The Social Club that she is getting sick because of Central AC. You know you are in Miami right, they ask us. The servers beam big wide beams and only I beam back. I have been working on fiction a lot, but then I find it difficult to swing back here. I find myself very cold and with a lingering sense of maybe fatalism more than nihilism but regardless there is such removal in my made up language no matter how much I try to bring it down to earth. I am not removed at all, here. I learned quickly. I deleted my transcription of the other days so I could better tell you about the parts that Never Happened. I remember almost nothing but it's like I don't really drink anymore, so this was something else. My Miami Beach: The Standard, The Beachcomber, The Betsey, The Social Club. The coconut stand and the diet coke mini bar and the pleading about what happens now - a sunburn, a whole entire life, there was the mystic who was telling us about Gnosticism that summer. There was the quivering lady at the quaker church who was telling us about angels and destiny and if we became unaligned, then there would be nothing else. I did write a story of fiction and so you're getting the scraps, here. I came to consciousness already half in a dream. My consciousness has never faltered, before. We began in Connecticut. Things were bright and nice that weekend. All the green of Connecticut was very lush and it caught me by surprise. I did not feel much to prove nor a need to get all on the defensive. I wrote stories outside of myself, and I was pleased to find an escape. There was a castle over the river ferry in lush and luminous New England spring and it reminded me of somewhere further South and of a life that stretched out all human and endless. I didn't mean to leave again. I didn't mean to cycle on and on and on. We went further South. Bahamas then Miami. It wasn't so much a thing of irresponsibility or of being in a cult as it was, having lots of friends and being given a gift. Drops of water in a wave don't move with the wave, they simply jostle around in place with the wind. He read this aloud to me from my book like this was news and I was stupid. I'm not stupid, I said. His face became crestfallen like he was surprised to find me harsh. I'm sorry for being careless with the only thing in the world I know to be true, I said. My mind was moving too fast but it might have just been the sterile setting and the dehydration. I left New York and I landed in a place where I should never be. It was a bit of impulsivity and a bit of an exercise in absurdity and camp perhaps, though none of it is ever really my decision with these things and these trips. There Are Casinos Everywhere For Those With Eyes To See. There are golf cart highways and fake black marble lounge tables and a DJ saying Let's Get It Started with no irony. There is plenty of sun, too but the rejuvenative qualities of light become quite negated when filtered off of all this pale concrete. Ancestral memory or something of the sort, but I was really craving foggy pine forests by the gray ocean. What was it they were saying in El Salvador? The teachings on light and life from the Bitcoin Doctor in El Salvador were proven to be true because Las Vegas was so palpably optimized to be terrible. They were saying a lot of things in El Salvador, but I did feel like there is something almost nefarious in the Casino-Desert air, here. We took the plane to Miami after that. I'm obscuring the timelines, a bit, again. I rediscovered Privacy and Fiction at right about the same time. I rediscovered golf course concrete roads and mind numbing sun and privacy and fiction and now I'd like to write what happens next but it all begins to feel a bit stilted. The Beachcomber was kind of party party party and bottomless brunch in the lobby and windows that opened onto all that green jungle Miami swim week bottle service ceviche room service drifting around the paths outdoors taking short sharp breaths. The Betsey was more colonial, like a maze, they considered themselves to be bookish and we moved there for the purpose of manufacturing stability and more cheer. Iris came over in the afternoon. I picked her up in the lobby. I dove for my boyfriend's lost coral in the pool downstairs. The skin off my chest burned easily. I lay on the deck of the pool on the roof with a virgin bloody mary for electrolytes, and a spicy watermelon margarita for a self destructive haze. How are you doing, Iris asked. What are your favorite foods, Iris asked. Octopus, apples, apple pie lamb chops with mint jelly, creamed spinach, a certain type of barbeque salmon, a whole roast chicken. It was funny to say Best Day Of My Life because I cried a million billion tears and now we’re swimming in the moonlight off Miami Beach. I like the club scene pulsing behind all the crescent moon glow and waves. It’s a shame about that night and that day. The resurrection has been unsteady but it’s like Kygo and a palm grove and a cityscape behind me, and all blue dark ocean and saturns return to the front. There was a moment there where I lost every piece of everything good. Gulps of water and air. I pull it all back. Sunday, June 1 The flight back from Miami is gray and swift. I spent the evening on the rooftop at The Betsy yesterday. Iris asked me for the list of my favorite foods. Octopus, apples, apple pie, lamb chops with mint jelly, creamed spinach, a certain type of barbeque salmon, a whole roast chicken. The concrete by the pool bar was hot and steamy and we didn’t bring identification and we would not be served. David bought us bloody marys and we drank them behind the tarp where the bartenders couldn’t see. I swam laps up and down and up and down the length of this pool that was mostly for drinking. I found Chanel sunglasses while standing barefoot in the bathroom and I returned them to the French girl. It’s like I’ve been immune to the permanence of ramifications of the things that are really bad, these days. I keep forgiving and I keep on being forgiven. They gave me free Pina Colada samples in little plastic cups. Ok Intense Girl, he was saying, because every time I would pop my head out of the water to say the things I thought, it would be with beady eyes and a determined stare. I like ice cream particularly matcha ice cream and I like lamb, Iris told me. Iris taught me about Gnosticism, and I believe this is somewhat aligned with the situation with me and him, though he thinks it's kind of sacrilegious when I equate my nightmares with mysticism, or when I attribute the interest that people who are kind of half of this world and half of another take in me to anything other than high agreeability and openness. Iris and I walked along Ocean Drive to Kalamata way down South Beach, and then we walked back along the water. A writing retreat, a rave, apocalyptic undertones. You can’t choose solitude and practicality at the edge of an extinction event, is one of many roots of it. I walked barefoot along the boardwalk. I met him for a second dinner. The ribeye was bloody and it came with a gross side of pasta alfredo. I woke up screaming. I woke up all smiles. I took photos of our hands on the plane Just In Case. I showed him a song. The Message. Is this a good song, or is this a secret message, he asked. It’s just a good song, I said. The frat guys in front of us on the plane are reading A Court of Thorns and Roses smut novels and buying tickets to Jake Shane's comedy tour. The guy on my boyfriend's phone intercom is stealing all my LA Apparel underwear from our lobby. I'm eating the Worst Sandwich Ever and Reese's Peanut Butter Cup. I am taking pictures of our reflections in the clouded plane window and I am thinking about how impossible it feels right now, flying like this, to imagine that so often, we become something else. Monday, June 2 I read some GirlInsides on the airtrain back from JFK who I think is just like me if I were more honest and precise about it, or maybe whom my stories would echo more precisely if I did not have this sick need to put my face all over everything. Anyways, GirlInsides was talking about how summer would bring things like long long long hair and farmers market plums eaten over the sink in underwear and writing and reading all over the place, and her ideas made me feel like I was melting and going to cry. Then I wrote what I wanted summer to bring, all - getting off the subway because it's too hot and walking in sandals sticking to my feet until i find somewhere that glows right and then its morning and we're sitting first then lying down on the terrace in sun that becomes unbearable drinking sparkling water out of glass bottles dripping it over my chest opening the door for the blast of air conditioning and to let the friends that come by in and out people floating by in and out and come and go and then at dusk i put on something green and i drink cold cider cold diet coke or spicy watermelon margarita outside at kikis in swan room away from the heat at vol de nuit with fries and garlic sauce on the roof, on my roof, in the backyards and basements and i walk out and walk everywhere when it is time to leave i leave and sometimes it is time to leave and so then I take the train and there’s the coast and then I’m putting laundry on the line in a black bikini and drinking diet coke with lemon in my black bikini and driving to the ocean down the driveway at night headlights breaking through june gloom fog and jumping off the dock where the sharks don't eat us but any summer now they could, or then it's morning and i'm sober writing in my google docs journal walking outside, writing in my greenhouse apartment in new york, writing along the overgrown pond and field and it always smells thicker there outside of boston, writing by foggy shores and rocky shores and sometimes the air becomes thick too and my dad plays dougie mclain and we make pesto pasta mozzarella chicken sausage in yellow china bowls on yellow placemats the meal gets kind of hazy through the sheen of blue hour rain coming through the window and then i'm pacing and writing down ocean drive in Miami because I can't decide where i want to be anymore and i like flashing lights i like coming back to the very nice very cold hotel that we're staying in because he's Sorry but I don't want any more apologies i want this summer to be Being very very very in love because i really have been anticipating extinction events or at least things become robotic sterile i used to think id be pretty good at both being in love like this and at not being robotic and sterile and i have become slightly above average at both these things in practice i guess though, it's nice to have the most human thing in the world, it's nice for me all the time, even then, even when it isn't for him i think it's nicer for me then it would be to not have this all the time and I don't know why i keep sabotaging the only thing i know to be true and human and so i am hoping for a summer of all that, hands pressed against the plane window greenhouse window train window glass mirror glassy water plunging my face underwater no more eb and flow. Anyways, none of that made any sense and then shock of all shocks it did eb and flow again last night. Everyone was so nice to me about my story and I wore the Nasseau, Bahamas shirt he bought for me all Life Is Better In FlipFlops and he wanted me to wear the sunglasses too, to exacerbate the bit but I thought that would be a little bit too far. He said “you know why I’m mad at you” when we got home, and I didn’t know, I had no idea actually, and so then I got sad, but the story was fiction. This is fiction too. I’m not being facetious when I say that. This isn’t even autofiction. This is literally all made up. “they seem lost and completely clueless,” he is saying now, downstairs, on the phone, he is talking about some forty year old woman and an awful charleton and some guy who does RedPill posting online and some guy he personally has a strong dislike for who has a lot of medical malpractice suits against him. Maybe he’s a genius, he is saying. I don’t know, he is saying. These people are so strange, he is saying. Tuesday, June 3 His friend rubs my head like i'm a dog or something when i walk into his stupid fake exclusive evil party that i'm not invited to and then my heart swells with rage. I'm so mad, I was telling everyone. I'm so sorry I didn't mean to say that I guess I had one too many, I was saying. I didn't have one too many, I had just right, I was telling him. I like The Sweet East, he is telling me. I like Yeats and social norms. Yes and, I say; I hope that you get everything you have ever wanted. WHAT YOU SHOULD DO Monday, June 9 A quiet night in the realm of events. Consider; dinner at The Marlton’s new restaurant Chez Nous followed by a screening of Buffalo 66 at Metrograph (10pm). I have historically liked The Marlton because it is vaguely past its prime and also a five minute walk from my apartment, and a place where no one ever tells you that you’ve stayed too long. The food at the old restaurant was terrible (so I’ve heard) (I only went for tea), but the recently refurbished Chez Nous is chic and fun and has maintained all of the hotel's original charm. The shrimp salad is very good, as is the martini. I’ll report back after my second visit (possibly tonight). Otherwise - 10pm on a Monday evening is the perfect time to see a film bar none, besides, possibly 1pm on a Friday.

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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.

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Thea1 mentions across 1 issues

Thea is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between November 05, 2024 and November 05, 2024. The archive places it in contexts such as "My sympathies lie with the younger, Thea". It most often appears alongside 66 Greene St, Adeline Swartzendruber, Agnes Enhtamir.

Article page: Thea
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: November 05, 2024
Last seen: November 05, 2024
Instagram handle: @bkcentertheatreresearch

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Playing With Glass November 05, 2024

66 Greene St 1 shared issues
Adeline Swartzendruber 1 shared issues
Agnes Enhtamir 1 shared issues
Alex Arthur 1 shared issues
Alex Katz 1 shared issues

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Playing With Glass

November 05, 2024 · Original source

I read at The Brooklyn Center for Theatre Research tonight. Sophia throws a good party. It’s hard to throw a perfect Halloween party. It’s like throwing the perfect holiday party, but even more precise. An endeavor in pure pleasure. I’ve never been to a Halloween party from corporate hell, for example. The BCTR Halloween Party is very perfectly precise. Good costumes (although mine isn’t) a roof that is warm and clear but the breeze is cool and the breeze is bringing in some mist, the breeze is fogging the Manhattan skyline, people are handing out lollipops, someone is doing tarot readings, the costume contest is fun, the costumes are creative enough to merit critique.

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I cut my finger on glass on my way to The Brooklyn Center for Theatre Research. There were forces in the smog, I think. Earlier, my water bottle exploded untouched in a canvas tote bag and I stood unmoving while water and then tiny little glass splinters pooled around my feet. My understanding of inertia rendered me incapable of action. Things don’t just explode untouched, and so the explosion confused me. I didn’t move to stop it, I didn’t even move to pull the leaking bag away from my leather boots. There were people around me. They better understood that the laws of inertia can be faulty.

There Are No Diving Pools In Hell seizes me for every second. I’m prepared to like the play - a witty drama of childhood trauma and fraught sisterhood through the glossy lens of a cheerleading story - but I’m prepared to like it in a way that is a bit camp, satire, Jennifer's Body, etc. Instead, this play is wrenching, with a tenderness and sorrow that surprises, and then absorbs me. The story follows two half sisters bonded mostly in their mutual hatred of their emotional abusive, cruel, stage mom mother. The younger sister is a bubbly cheerleader, the older sister a more detached former child actress. My sympathies lie with the younger, Thea, more at first, and then the story winds and unravels and while the play is sharp and funny, by the end I feel genuinely mournful for both.

Inline links: There Are No Diving Pools In Hell

Theodor Adorno1 mentions across 1 issues

Theodor Adorno is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between January 14, 2026 and January 14, 2026. The archive places it in contexts such as "books of Adorno and Mary Gaitskill". It most often appears alongside 169 Bar, 56 Henry, 99 Minutes of 2026.

Article page: Theodor Adorno
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: January 14, 2026
Last seen: January 14, 2026

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How To Break Paralysis January 14, 2026

169 Bar 1 shared issues
56 Henry 1 shared issues
99 Minutes of 2026 1 shared issues
@lucdarcy 1 shared issues
A.L. Bahta 1 shared issues

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January 14, 2026 · Original source

WHAT I DID Monday, January 5 Start the year at Cassandra’s apartment, and then a few days pass kind of breathless and stranded in this way. Her bedroom looks over St Vincent’s Ferrer, and it is light filled and sweet. Cards and paper star cut outs hung on red ribbon stream down the edges of the cream walls. A seashell necklace, Mary Magdalene portrait, books of Adorno and Mary Gaitskill. The bible. When my friends leave for the day, I do not. Rush of opening doors and boots on wood and winter air, and then they are gone. Cassandra’s apartment is very clean. It strikes me, somewhat uneasily, that everything I touch appears slightly less precise when I’m the one returning it to its proper place. Face oil left off kilter and kind of dripping. A little bit bad at treading gently in this place where I am a guest and everything is delicate and gorgeous. Wearing my friend’s Adidas pajamas and drinking water and taking Advil in thick blue translucent pill form. Writing down the things I no longer care to reflect on. A lot can happen in a year, I tell Cassandra, but then again, a lot can happen in one day or one hour or one minute, even, so best to be kind of chill about it. We go to Heidelberg for herring and brown bread and hot raspberries in ice cream and apple strudel at night. We go to CVS for baby food and tooth brushes and nicotine gum. The evenings uptown are more sparkling and quiet. Back at the apartment, and I can’t stop talking about all the things I want to do or places I want to move. California, Switzerland, El Salvador. Uptown, to a four bedroom apartment with my four best friends. Lying on Cassandra’s couch wearing a blue sweater under a gray blanket and drinking flower power kombucha this morning. Cassandra gets ready for work and offers general hospitality. Eat any fruits and vegetables you want, Cassandra tells me. She lists them like a game. Ad libs. She was teaching me how to type cast a person as “Lego” or “Dust Bowl” or “Victorian Orphan,” last night. Blueberries, shallots, pickles, seeded mustard from the Amish farm stand. I tell Cassandra that she’ll come home to find I have devoured all of her arugula with my bare hands. Later, I wear Cassandra’s blue sweater and black ballet flats and take my own belongings clutched in my arms in a cab downtown. Am I crazy, or did you take my black ballet flats, Cassandra texts, that evening. We discuss an exchange. Tomorrow’s plans. My polyester black gown bartered for Cassandra’s blue sweater and black ballet flats. We’ll meet at mass, lunch, The Frick, The Met, the play, the party. The light is blue gray in my apartment, and all the windows steam over when the hot water is on. All the windows steam over because my apartment is very small, and because the bathroom has no doors. A New Year should feel psychedelic, not sluggish, one of my friends said, a few days back. Psychedelic??? I said. What about crisp and clear???? After my dream where there is No Air Left, I come to consciousness with concerns about redemption. Something about bad habits and something omnipresent left unsaid. Sun and light and real sort of detox incoming and yes this has all happened or is happening or needs to happen soon. Sirens outside the foggy window. Gentle winter sunrise. Watching Darling (1965) on my computer as it gets light outside. The Schlesinger film where Julie Christie whirls about all thrilled to find it’s not too late, even though, of course, it is. Back on my phone, I’m checking prediction markets and trackers and fortune tellers and all the things I’m trying to avoid for religious and also paranoid reasons. My fears are all confirmed. Reading the stars. That voice in your head telling you everything will work out fine is wrong, they say. Sound of shattering glass crystallizing outside my open window this morning. I can sense, therefore, more than see, bright morning light starting to seep through. Thank God. It was a few days of gluttony last week. Last days of bohemia, but it was different from the bohemia of before. Different from the times that we were all manic from the wind and cold and early January where everything or nothing happens all at once. Everything used to be reeling. I miss Butterfly Club. Ex-best friends are forever. I’ve been talking about being ascetic for reasons of necessity, and also because simulated intensity can only do so much when it comes to keeping a life pure. Morning, now, and I don’t remember my dreams but I jolted awake ready to chase the same thoughts in circles. Washington Square Park is bright and feeling like spring today, because the snow is melting and the trees and lights are coming down. Pine piles looking a little lonely under the park archway. Something a bit melancholy about it. Dead and gone. Nothing to overthink. Cassandra comes downtown for mass and black ballet flat retrieval, and then she goes uptown to clean her apartment and do good things so she can be a good person. Your apartment is already so clean, I want to tell Cassandra. Cassandra is telling me about the only girl in the world who are funny. I went to tell Cassandra about someone who said me and one other girl and one specific nun are only girls who are funny, but the conversation moves on before I can assert my piece. And I think I’m mostly funny when I’m being mimetic, anyway. Better at knowing funny than at being funny myself. Cassandra is telling me about childlike wonder. Washed my face with La Rouche Possay cleanser and Japanese milk toner and did Big 6 Lymphatic drainage which is supposed to do things like give you the whites of your eyes back and also cleanse your insides through and through, this morning. Procured a Celsius and cool minty zyn from the fridge. Procured green juice and cliff bar and sat in Prada boots, for a while, on the edge of my bed. I do feel confident things will work out in the end, Cassandra texts me. Only if no spiritual blockage with vice or isolation, I text her in response. What if we had seven more hours of daylight, my friend said tonight, but I like it when it is four pm and I’ve completed my day of obligations and the fading daylight matches a sense of completion. I wore a tan skirt with no tights because they all keep running and a black long sleeve tee and sneakers to do venue tours and other obligations. I thought you were coming from the gym when I saw you wearing shorts, my friend said, after I ran into him on the street. I’m not wearing shorts, but I am wearing sneakers because I keep on procuring mysterious injuries, I said in response. It was a strange December and then a good January, incoming. Good, because it is quiet. Good, because I think I sense things picking up. Can I see a menu, I asked the bartender, at a dive bar, later that night. There is no menu, because this is a dive bar, the bartender told me. Can I get something warm, I asked. The bartender fired up the kettle. Imagine seeking out attention to get only the negative aspects of fame like stalkers and rage, my friends were saying, at the dive bar. Imagine selling out your friends to cloy for low hanging fruit. Imagine turning twenty-six. Imagine playing pool. Imagine moving to Los Angeles, California, or San Salvador, El Salvador, or Geneva, or even Austin I would move anywhere, I was saying to my friends. I would move across the country or even the world and become very sweet or even very bored. My friends were talking about people for whom spectacle is just real life. You assume that everyone is excited to go back to real life, and then you realize that they have no real life. So these are the people that you’re supposed to avoid. And then after that, everyone was talking about religion again. Which is sort of crystallizing to be the topic these days, or even this year. WHAT YOU SHOULD DO Wednesday, January 14 A few good downtown art openings tonight (6pm - 9pm) — At 56 Henry; works by Yifan Jiang and Sareh Imani. At Entrance; Seth Cameron’s first New York exhibition in six years. At Post Times; Elberto Muller solo show.

Inline links: 56 Henry, Yifan Jiang, Sareh Imani, Entrance;, Seth Cameron’s, Post Times, Elberto Muller

Theresa Tomi Faison1 mentions across 1 issues

Theresa Tomi Faison is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between March 25, 2025 and March 25, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "produced by Theresa Tomi Faison". It most often appears alongside Albany, Alex Arthur, Anamaria Silic.

Article page: Theresa Tomi Faison
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: March 25, 2025
Last seen: March 25, 2025
Instagram handle: @metalabel__

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How to Redeem Yourself March 25, 2025

Albany 1 shared issues
Alex Arthur 1 shared issues
Anamaria Silic 1 shared issues
Anthology Film Archives 1 shared issues
ArtX 1 shared issues

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How to Redeem Yourself

March 25, 2025 · Original source

From 7:30pm at Anthology Film Archives — Rhizome hosts the world premiere of Transformers Terminal - a new feature film about a fanboy and a vlogger, comic-con and a de-virtualized relationship. Directed by Miles Engel-Hawbecker, produced by Theresa Tomi Faison

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Thinh Le1 mentions across 1 issues

Thinh Le is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between January 13, 2025 and January 13, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "Visuals by Thinh Le". It most often appears alongside 4chan, Altadena Girls, Altro Paradiso.

Article page: Thinh Le
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: January 13, 2025
Last seen: January 13, 2025
Instagram handle: @thinh__le

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Life before inositol January 13, 2025

4chan 1 shared issues
Altadena Girls 1 shared issues
Altro Paradiso 1 shared issues
Anastasia Coope 1 shared issues
Angelika East 1 shared issues

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Life before inositol

January 13, 2025 · Original source

From 7pm at EARTH — BONZO presents Fernette, Anastasia Coope, Corp, Damon Sfetsios (DJ set). Visuals by Thinh Le.

Inline links: EARTH, BONZO, Fernette, Anastasia Coope, Damon Sfetsios, Thinh Le

Thomas Cole1 mentions across 1 issues

Thomas Cole is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between November 26, 2024 and November 26, 2024. The archive places it in contexts such as "pairing Marc Swanson's contemporary work with Thomas Cole's historic landscapes". It most often appears alongside A Very Pussycat Thanksgiving, Abelardo Morell, Abelardo Morell: In the Company of Monet and Constable.

Article page: Thomas Cole
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: November 26, 2024
Last seen: November 26, 2024

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Collected Agenda (lite) November 26, 2024

A Very Pussycat Thanksgiving 1 shared issues
Abelardo Morell 1 shared issues
Abelardo Morell: In the Company of Monet and Constable 1 shared issues
Alan Vega 1 shared issues
Albina Aleksandrova 1 shared issues

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Collected Agenda (lite)

November 26, 2024 · Original source

Thomas Cole National History Site: Technically located in NY State (meaning this isn’t strictly a guide to Massachusetts / Berkshires but I digress). This is a very lovely historical home in the Catskills that (again) incorporates the natural landscape of the surrounding area into exhibitions and preservation. I visited an exhibition I loved here in 2022, pairing Marc Swanson’s contemporary work with Thomas Cole’s historic landscapes.

Inline links: Thomas Cole National History Site, Marc Swanson’s

Thomas Dozol1 mentions across 1 issues

Thomas Dozol is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between March 17, 2025 and March 17, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "Ft Tig Sigfrids, Thomas Dozol, Stephanie Wambugu". It most often appears alongside 8 St. Marks, 99 Canal, Aashish Gadani.

Article page: Thomas Dozol
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: March 17, 2025
Last seen: March 17, 2025

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Here, There, Everywhere March 17, 2025

8 St. Marks 1 shared issues
99 Canal 1 shared issues
Aashish Gadani 1 shared issues
Ace Hotel New York 1 shared issues
Aiden Arata 1 shared issues

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Here, There, Everywhere

March 17, 2025 · Original source

From 7pm at Ace Hotel New York (20 W 29th St) — Casual Encountersz + Sammy Loren present On The Rag Issue One Launch. Ft Tig Sigfrids, Thomas Dozol, Stephanie Wambugu, Alex Auder, Alexis Okeowo, Krithika Varagur, Isaac Trochopoulos, DJ Naomi Asa, and special guests.

Inline links: Casual Encountersz, Sammy Loren, On The Rag Issue One Launch

Thomas Heatherwick1 mentions across 1 issues

Thomas Heatherwick is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between May 28, 2024 and May 28, 2024. The archive places it in contexts such as "I look up if it's the same architect who is responsible for both The Vessel and Little Island and it is - Thomas Heatherwick. Evil man"; "Thomas Heatherwick . Evil man". It most often appears alongside Addison Pest Control Shop, Amtrak, Anne-Laure Lemaitre.

Article page: Thomas Heatherwick
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: May 28, 2024
Last seen: May 28, 2024

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COLLECTED AGENDA #2 May 28, 2024

Addison Pest Control Shop 1 shared issues
Amtrak 1 shared issues
Anne-Laure Lemaitre 1 shared issues
Arden Wohl 1 shared issues
Audrey Wollen 1 shared issues

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Big long list of activities

May 28, 2024 · Original source

Morning roaming around Little Island, West Side Highway, batting cages at Pier 40. This area is very spiritually dead, although the shrubbery on Little Island is reminiscent of a grassy knoll and I want to roll down the hills. Architectural feats bringing feelings of impending doom and too many tourists and too many people in general. I’m feeling clever so I look up if it’s the same architect who is responsible for both The Vessel and Little Island and it is - Thomas Heatherwick. Evil man.

Inline links: Little Island, Pier 40, The Vessel, Thomas Heatherwick

Thomas Leno Killer1 mentions across 1 issues

Thomas Leno Killer is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between October 14, 2024 and October 14, 2024. The archive places it in contexts such as "featuring Ethan Mead, Thomas Leno Killer, Clay Parks". It most often appears alongside 69 Greene, @dr.rubinstein666, @fantasy_discotheque.

Article page: Thomas Leno Killer
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: October 14, 2024
Last seen: October 14, 2024
Instagram handle: @len0killer2

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October in America October 14, 2024

69 Greene 1 shared issues
@dr.rubinstein666 1 shared issues
@fantasy_discotheque 1 shared issues
All The Paintings Are Orphans 1 shared issues
Ama Birch 1 shared issues

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October in America

October 14, 2024 · Original source

From 11pm - late at Flop House Comedy Club — Chris Horne and Ivy Wolk host “Tiny Boys”, featuring Ethan Mead, Thomas Leno Killer, Clay Parks, Kyle, Kavan Rotzien, Nick Viagas, and Daniela Mora.

Inline links: Flop House Comedy Club, Chris Horne, Ivy Wolk, Tiny Boys, Ethan Mead, Thomas Leno Killer, Clay Parks, Kyle, Kavan Rotzien, Nick Viagas, Daniela Mora

ThugPop1 mentions across 1 issues

ThugPop 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 "joined by... ThugPop for a post screening discussion". It most often appears alongside 131 Chrystie St, Ahmed, Alamo Drafthouse Cinema.

Article page: ThugPop
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: February 10, 2025
Last seen: February 10, 2025

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Issue trail

February Dining. February 10, 2025

131 Chrystie St 1 shared issues
Ahmed 1 shared issues
Alamo Drafthouse Cinema 1 shared issues
Alt Lit 1 shared issues
Andrew Shental 1 shared issues

Source context

February Dining.

February 10, 2025 · Original source

From 6pm at Metrograph — The Whitney Review presents a screening of COFFY (1973), inspired by the essay on Blaxploitation and the selling of radicalism by Brandon Harris in issue 004. Brandon will be joined by Maya Kotomori, Kiernan “Knives” Frances, and ThugPop for a post screening discussion. After party at Gotham.

Inline links: Metrograph, The Whitney Review, COFFY (1973)

Tia Blake1 mentions across 1 issues

Tia Blake is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between January 03, 2025 and January 03, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "Tia Blake - Black is the Color (song on Winter Dinner playlist)". It most often appears alongside @byrellthegreat, @fysicaltherapy, A Small Fruit Song.

Article page: Tia Blake
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: January 03, 2025
Last seen: January 03, 2025
Instagram handle: @me_betseybrown

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Issue trail

The End Of The Year January 03, 2025

@byrellthegreat 1 shared issues
@fysicaltherapy 1 shared issues
A Small Fruit Song 1 shared issues
Adam Ross 1 shared issues
After Hours 1 shared issues

Source context

The End Of The Year

January 03, 2025 · Original source

Tia Blake - Black is the Color

Tif Sigfrids1 mentions across 1 issues

Tif Sigfrids 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 "Curated by Tif Sigfrids and Sadie Alaska". It most often appears alongside 720 Strength Lower East Side, Ali Rq, Anna Ting Möller.

Article page: Tif Sigfrids
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: May 01, 2025
Last seen: May 01, 2025

Outbound links

https://whitneyreview.org/

Issue trail

Big long list of activities May 01, 2025

720 Strength Lower East Side 1 shared issues
Ali Rq 1 shared issues
Anna Ting Möller 1 shared issues
Aria Aber 1 shared issues
Art Party 1 shared issues

Source context

May 01, 2025 · Original source

From 5pm at CANADA — Casual Encountersz presents May Day Reading Series; featuring Delia Cai, Aria Aber, George Porcari, Chriss Small, Jacob Ace, and other guests. Curated by Tif Sigfrids and Sadie Alaska. The night is very loosely themed around laber.

Inline links: CANADA, Casual Encountersz

Tif Sigrids1 mentions across 1 issues

Tif Sigrids 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 "Readings by Tif Sigrids, Travis Diehl, Sammy Loren, Josh Shaddock, Annie Armstrong". It most often appears alongside 4 Berry Street, 61 Lispenard, A Room of One's Own.

Article page: Tif Sigrids
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: January 23, 2025
Last seen: January 23, 2025
Instagram handle: @tifsigfrids

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Issue trail

Burn my diaries January 23, 2025

4 Berry Street 1 shared issues
61 Lispenard 1 shared issues
A Room of One's Own 1 shared issues
A Silent Woman 1 shared issues
Ada Antoinette 1 shared issues

Source context

Burn my diaries

January 23, 2025 · Original source

From 6pm (readings at 7:30) at Salon Scharlin Union Square — Casual Encounters presents the launch party for “Umm… Exercise”. Readings by Tif Sigrids, Travis Diehl, Sammy Loren, Josh Shaddock, Annie Armstrong, and special guests.

Inline links: Tif Sigrids, Travis Diehl, Sammy Loren, Josh Shaddock, Annie Armstrong

Tig Sigfrids1 mentions across 1 issues

Tig Sigfrids is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between March 17, 2025 and March 17, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "Ft Tig Sigfrids, Thomas Dozol, Stephanie Wambugu". It most often appears alongside 8 St. Marks, 99 Canal, Aashish Gadani.

Article page: Tig Sigfrids
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: March 17, 2025
Last seen: March 17, 2025

Outbound links

https://whitneyreview.org/

Issue trail

Here, There, Everywhere March 17, 2025

8 St. Marks 1 shared issues
99 Canal 1 shared issues
Aashish Gadani 1 shared issues
Ace Hotel New York 1 shared issues
Aiden Arata 1 shared issues

Source context

Here, There, Everywhere

March 17, 2025 · Original source

From 7pm at Ace Hotel New York (20 W 29th St) — Casual Encountersz + Sammy Loren present On The Rag Issue One Launch. Ft Tig Sigfrids, Thomas Dozol, Stephanie Wambugu, Alex Auder, Alexis Okeowo, Krithika Varagur, Isaac Trochopoulos, DJ Naomi Asa, and special guests.

Inline links: Casual Encountersz, Sammy Loren, On The Rag Issue One Launch

Tim Brawner1 mentions across 1 issues

Tim Brawner is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between January 13, 2025 and January 13, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "Tim Brawner's second solo show 'Last Caress' opens". It most often appears alongside 4chan, Altadena Girls, Altro Paradiso.

Article page: Tim Brawner
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: January 13, 2025
Last seen: January 13, 2025
Instagram handle: @tim_brawner

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Issue trail

Life before inositol January 13, 2025

4chan 1 shared issues
Altadena Girls 1 shared issues
Altro Paradiso 1 shared issues
Anastasia Coope 1 shared issues
Angelika East 1 shared issues

Source context

Life before inositol

January 13, 2025 · Original source

From 6pm - 8pm at Management — Tim Brawner’s second solo show ‘Last Caress” opens — “there will be no emotional support this time”.

Inline links: Management, Tim Brawner’s

Tim Lattner1 mentions across 1 issues

Tim Lattner 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 "Ft former Playboy writer Tim Lattner". It most often appears alongside Abe Shapiro, Aidan Lapoche, Alan Parker.

Article page: Tim Lattner
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: February 15, 2026
Last seen: February 15, 2026

Outbound links

https://whitneyreview.org/

Issue trail

Yellow-all-around February 15, 2026

Abe Shapiro 1 shared issues
Aidan Lapoche 1 shared issues
Alan Parker 1 shared issues
Allen Parker 1 shared issues
Amazon 1 shared issues

Source context

February 15, 2026 · Original source

From 7pm at Night Club 101 — Bowery Review hosts Issue Three Release Party. - “New York’s best and only humor magazine is back with another issue packed with jokes, short stories, cartoons, and plenty more.” Ft former Playboy writer Tim Lattner, New Yorker contributor Eli Coyote Mandel, comedian and writer Abe Shapiro.

Inline links: Night Club 101, Bowery Review, Eli Coyote Mandel, Abe Shapiro

Tim Lucent1 mentions across 1 issues

Tim Lucent 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 "Donna Francesca and Tim Lucent host a party". It most often appears alongside A Horse with No Name, A Night of Male Readings, Amelia.

Article page: Tim Lucent
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: August 28, 2025
Last seen: August 28, 2025
Instagram handle: @timlucent

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Issue trail

Arrowhead expert August 28, 2025

A Horse with No Name 1 shared issues
A Night of Male Readings 1 shared issues
Amelia 1 shared issues
America 1 shared issues
Andrew Durbin 1 shared issues

Source context

Arrowhead expert

August 28, 2025 · Original source

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.”

Inline links: Studio, Donna Francesca, Tim Lucent

Tim Roehlich1 mentions across 1 issues

Tim Roehlich 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 Shawn Dickerson, Tim roehlich, Jesus Hilario-Reyes". It most often appears alongside 99 Scott, Al Warren, Amelia Ritthaler.

Article page: Tim Roehlich
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: May 21, 2025
Last seen: May 21, 2025

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Issue trail

Total Nightmare Policy May 21, 2025

99 Scott 1 shared issues
Al Warren 1 shared issues
Amelia Ritthaler 1 shared issues
Anne Lesley Selcer 1 shared issues
Ayede 1 shared issues

Source context

Total Nightmare Policy

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.

Inline links: Earthly Delights, celebrates the launch, print anthology

Tina Cutlery1 mentions across 1 issues

Tina Cutlery is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between November 19, 2025 and November 19, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "curated by Tina Cutlery and Silas Borsos". It most often appears alongside @jeansdown, @thegirljt, Adi Eshman.

Article page: Tina Cutlery
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: November 19, 2025
Last seen: November 19, 2025

Outbound links

https://whitneyreview.org/

Issue trail

Winter (03) November 19, 2025

@jeansdown 1 shared issues
@thegirljt 1 shared issues
Adi Eshman 1 shared issues
Afters 1 shared issues
Afters 1 shared issues

Source context

Winter (03)

November 19, 2025 · Original source

From 6pm - 9pm at Nicelle Beauchene Gallery — Flies by Hampton Fancher opens, curated by Tina Cutlery and Silas Borsos. - “From the writer of Bladerunner, a simple stamp brings characters to life across 22 unique pieces, collected as an art book object — each activated by a question.”

Inline links: Nicelle Beauchene Gallery, Flies, Hampton Fancher

Tina Zhang1 mentions across 1 issues

Tina Zhang is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between December 09, 2025 and December 09, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "along with Evie, Arden Yum, Tina Zhang, Kate Snyder". It most often appears alongside A Winter Ball, Alice Bailey, An Evening of Internet Cinema.

Article page: Tina Zhang
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: December 09, 2025
Last seen: December 09, 2025

Outbound links

https://whitneyreview.org/

Issue trail

Hotel Lobby Gossip December 09, 2025

A Winter Ball 1 shared issues
Alice Bailey 1 shared issues
An Evening of Internet Cinema 1 shared issues
Annabel Gould 1 shared issues
Araya 1 shared issues

Source context

52 Notifications From Hell

December 09, 2025 · Original source

From 12pm - 4pm at The Bench — Evie and Arden are hosting The Substack Holiday Closet Sale. I will be selling half my closet here, along with Evie, Arden Yum, Tina Zhang, Kate Snyder, Heather, Julianna Salguero, Cami Fateh, and Olivia Weiss .

Inline links: The Substack Holiday Closet Sale

TINMANTIS1 mentions across 1 issues

TINMANTIS is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between March 07, 2025 and March 07, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "Works by Alex Both, Joan Dillon, Kylie Mitchell, TINMANTIS". It most often appears alongside 127 Mulberry Street, 154 Scott BK, A Rachel Ormont Afters.

Article page: TINMANTIS
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: March 07, 2025
Last seen: March 07, 2025

Outbound links

https://whitneyreview.org/

Issue trail

52 Notifications From Hell March 07, 2025

127 Mulberry Street 1 shared issues
154 Scott BK 1 shared issues
A Rachel Ormont Afters 1 shared issues
Alex Both 1 shared issues
Andrew Norman Wilson 1 shared issues

Source context

March 07, 2025 · Original source

I missed the Foreign Domestic opening this week, but I am planning to visit God alone loves all things and he loves only himself before the festivities of the evening. Works by Alex Both, Joan Dillon, Kylie Mitchell, TINMANTIS.

Inline links: Foreign Domestic, God alone loves all things and he loves only himself

Tivali Thomas1 mentions across 1 issues

Tivali Thomas is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between June 09, 2025 and June 09, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "Lucas Restivo, and Tivali Thomas". It most often appears alongside A Court of Thorns and Roses, Allie Rowbottom, Amnesiascope.

Article page: Tivali Thomas
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: June 09, 2025
Last seen: June 09, 2025

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Issue trail

A supposedly fun thing I’ll never do again June 09, 2025

A Court of Thorns and Roses 1 shared issues
Allie Rowbottom 1 shared issues
Amnesiascope 1 shared issues
Aperol 1 shared issues
Apt 5 1 shared issues

Source context

A supposedly fun thing I’ll never do again

June 09, 2025 · Original source

From 7pm at KGB Bar Red Room — Riley Mac & Montana James Thomas return with STRAIGHT GIRLS - “a diabolical line up of romance, sex, camp, and flamboyance.” Featuring Cat Cohen, Louis Bubko, Betsy Studholme, Lucas Restivo, and Tivali Thomas.

Inline links: KGB Bar Red Room, Riley Mac, Montana James Thomas

Tolor Wolfe1 mentions across 1 issues

Tolor Wolfe 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 Dina Hashem, Tolor Wolfe, Rufat Agayev, and Mary Houlihan". It most often appears alongside 720 Strength Lower East Side, Ali Rq, Anna Ting Möller.

Article page: Tolor Wolfe
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: May 01, 2025
Last seen: May 01, 2025

Outbound links

Issue trail

Big long list of activities May 01, 2025

720 Strength Lower East Side 1 shared issues
Ali Rq 1 shared issues
Anna Ting Möller 1 shared issues
Aria Aber 1 shared issues
Art Party 1 shared issues

Source context

Big long list of activities

May 01, 2025 · Original source

From 5pm at CANADA — Clare O’Kane hosts Comedy on the Couch, featuring Dina Hashem, Tolor Wolfe, Rufat Agayev, and Mary Houlihan.

Inline links: CANADA

Tom Ianelli1 mentions across 1 issues

Tom Ianelli 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 "featuring Ariel Courage, Evan Lazarus, Taeler Kallmerten, Tom Ianelli, and Katy Allen". It most often appears alongside Abe Shapiro, Aidan Lapoche, Alan Parker.

Article page: Tom Ianelli
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: February 15, 2026
Last seen: February 15, 2026

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Issue trail

Yellow-all-around February 15, 2026

Abe Shapiro 1 shared issues
Aidan Lapoche 1 shared issues
Alan Parker 1 shared issues
Allen Parker 1 shared issues
Amazon 1 shared issues

Source context

February 15, 2026 · Original source

From 7pm at KGB — Late To The Party Press hosts a reading, featuring Ariel Courage, Evan Lazarus, Taeler Kallmerten, Tom Ianelli, and Katy Allen.

Inline links: Late To The Party Press

Tom Murrin1 mentions across 1 issues

Tom Murrin is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between April 10, 2025 and April 10, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "Tom Murrin "The Alien Comic" opens with a Full Pink Moon reception". It most often appears alongside A Bath of Approbation, Against Nihilism, all the words that came down to meet the body that came up from the ground.

Article page: Tom Murrin
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: April 10, 2025
Last seen: April 10, 2025

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Issue trail

Santa Teresa April 10, 2025

A Bath of Approbation 1 shared issues
Against Nihilism 1 shared issues
all the words that came down to meet the body that came up from the ground 1 shared issues
Alyssa Davis Gallery 1 shared issues
Anna Robertson 1 shared issues

Source context

Santa Teresa

April 10, 2025 · Original source

From 6pm - 9pm at Howl! Happening — Tom Murrin “The Alien Comic” opens with a Full Pink Moon reception. Howl is a very cool beatnik era gallery, one of the last remaining relics of the Pyramid Club days. Very worth visiting.

Inline links: Howl! Happening

Tom O'Neill1 mentions across 1 issues

Tom O'Neill 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 "KILLING TIME features author Tom O'Neill". It most often appears alongside 154 Scott BK, Abi Yaga, Ace Hotel Brooklyn.

Article page: Tom O'Neill
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: March 12, 2025
Last seen: March 12, 2025

Outbound links

Issue trail

Rules for Clarity March 12, 2025

154 Scott BK 1 shared issues
Abi Yaga 1 shared issues
Ace Hotel Brooklyn 1 shared issues
Albina Aleksandrova 1 shared issues
Alex Arthur 1 shared issues

Source context

March 12, 2025 · Original source

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Tom Simmons1 mentions across 1 issues

Tom Simmons 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 "Pretend - a play by Tom Simmons". It most often appears alongside Abe Shapiro, Aidan Lapoche, Alan Parker.

Article page: Tom Simmons
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: February 15, 2026
Last seen: February 15, 2026

Outbound links

Issue trail

Yellow-all-around February 15, 2026

Abe Shapiro 1 shared issues
Aidan Lapoche 1 shared issues
Alan Parker 1 shared issues
Allen Parker 1 shared issues
Amazon 1 shared issues

Source context

Florida, Massachusetts (03)

February 15, 2026 · Original source

From 7:30pm - 10pm at ArtX — The Center for Theatre Research presents another performance of Pretend - a play by Tom Simmons. - “sometimes the only place you can tell the truth is inside a game.”

Inline links: The Center for Theatre Research, Pretend

Tom Watters1 mentions across 1 issues

Tom Watters 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 "ft ... Matilda Lin Berke, and Tom Watters". It most often appears alongside 98th Academy Awards, Airliner, Albany.

Article page: Tom Watters
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: December 02, 2025
Last seen: December 02, 2025

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Issue trail

Florida, Massachusetts (03) December 02, 2025

98th Academy Awards 1 shared issues
Airliner 1 shared issues
Albany 1 shared issues
Alma Pannier 1 shared issues
Amtrak 1 shared issues

Source context

December 02, 2025 · Original source

From 7pm - late at The Monroe — Nick Dove hosts The Whole Sick Reading, ft Audrey Snow Matzke, Drew Rivera, Guy Dess, Justin amp, Matilda Lin Berke, and Tom Watters.

Inline links: The Monroe, Nick Dove

Tommy Callie Rae1 mentions across 1 issues

Tommy Callie Rae is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between May 28, 2024 and May 28, 2024. The archive places it in contexts such as "Whitney Mallett, Tommy Callie Rae, Sophia June". It most often appears alongside Addison Pest Control Shop, Amtrak, Anne-Laure Lemaitre.

Article page: Tommy Callie Rae
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: May 28, 2024
Last seen: May 28, 2024

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Issue trail

COLLECTED AGENDA #2 May 28, 2024

Addison Pest Control Shop 1 shared issues
Amtrak 1 shared issues
Anne-Laure Lemaitre 1 shared issues
Arden Wohl 1 shared issues
Audrey Wollen 1 shared issues

Source context

Things that Happened Once I Gave Up Vice

May 28, 2024 · Original source

Also Tuesday, May 28 at 7pm - Lily Lady is presenting a reading at Honeys Brooklyn featuring Lucy Sunflower, Whitney Mallett, Tommy Callie Rae, Sophia June, Noah Berghammer, Dan Mancini, and Emmy Harrington

Inline links: Lily Lady, Honeys Brooklyn

Tommy Malekoff1 mentions across 1 issues

Tommy Malekoff 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 "Arcane celebrates its launch ft Tommy Malekoff"; "ft ... Tommy Malekoff". It most often appears alongside 10 Today, 7, @quietluke.

Article page: Tommy Malekoff
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: November 12, 2025
Last seen: November 12, 2025

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Issue trail

Things that Happened Once I Gave Up Vice November 12, 2025

10 Today 1 shared issues
7 1 shared issues
@quietluke 1 shared issues
@shrimpandgritseater 1 shared issues
Abdu Mongo Ali 1 shared issues

Source context

November 12, 2025 · Original source

From 6pm - 9pm at The River — Arcane celebrates its launch with screenings and readings, ft Michel Auder, Rose Salane, Tommy Malekoff, Valentina Vaccarella, Kye Christensen-Knowles, Nico Lou Carrasquillo, Antoine Clauss, Montana Thomas, and Jacob Ace.

Inline links: The River, Arcane

Toni Bakalli1 mentions across 1 issues

Toni Bakalli 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 "Club Chess x Dese Escobar x Toni Bakalli x YWGI are throwing a party". It most often appears alongside 154 Scott BK, Abi Yaga, Ace Hotel Brooklyn.

Article page: Toni Bakalli
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: March 12, 2025
Last seen: March 12, 2025
Instagram handle: @me_betseybrown

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Issue trail

Rules for Clarity March 12, 2025

154 Scott BK 1 shared issues
Abi Yaga 1 shared issues
Ace Hotel Brooklyn 1 shared issues
Albina Aleksandrova 1 shared issues
Alex Arthur 1 shared issues

Source context

Inline links: https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!ipqy!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F61f8c38c-c101-44a5-aaa1-17218317525b_4284x5363.jpeg, https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!anOr!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F19fb445b-fa79-478c-9e16-cc4b74362148_4284x5363.jpeg, Cassidy, Annabel

March 12, 2025 · Original source

From 10pm at 154 Scott BK — Club Chess x Dese Escobar x Toni Bakalli x YWGI are throwing a party. Cocktails upstairs. Movement Below.

Inline links: throwing a party.

Tonto1 mentions across 1 issues

Tonto is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between February 04, 2026 and February 04, 2026. The archive places it in contexts such as "ft ...Angels Pond, Tonto, and more". It most often appears alongside 1LDK, @henrymunsonsinstagram, Alessandro Keegan.

Article page: Tonto
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: February 04, 2026
Last seen: February 04, 2026

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Hotel-Life-For-Life February 04, 2026

1LDK 1 shared issues
@henrymunsonsinstagram 1 shared issues
Alessandro Keegan 1 shared issues
Alison Kudlow 1 shared issues
Amazon 1 shared issues

Source context

Hotel-Life-For-Life

February 04, 2026 · Original source

From 11pm - 4am at Night Club 101 — Body Bag presents Frolic on Thousand Thorns - a free exclusive event ft Nurse, Ice Climbers, mimi, Dj Kellen, KING, Angels Pond, Tonto, and more.

Inline links: Night Club 101, Body Bag, Frolic on Thousand Thorns

Tori Lawrence1 mentions across 1 issues

Tori Lawrence 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 "Tori Lawrence and Scope Collective present Junkspace". It most often appears alongside Alex Kazemi, Anthony Galluzzo, BioBat Art Space.

Article page: Tori Lawrence
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: April 15, 2025
Last seen: April 15, 2025
Instagram handle: @torilawrenceco

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[REDACTED] is awful April 15, 2025

Alex Kazemi 1 shared issues
Anthony Galluzzo 1 shared issues
BioBat Art Space 1 shared issues
Brittany 1 shared issues
Brittany Menjivar 1 shared issues

Source context

[REDACTED] is awful

April 15, 2025 · Original source

From 7pm - 10:30pm at BioBat Art Space — Tori Lawrence and Scope Collective present Junkspace - an evening of site specific dance, film, and live performance. Featuring Helen Batya Rubinstein, Joseph Brock, Seth Wanger, and more | Snacks provided, drinks available

Inline links: BioBat Art Space, Tori Lawrence, Scope Collective

Toulouse-Lautrec1 mentions across 1 issues

Toulouse-Lautrec is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between December 28, 2024 and December 28, 2024. The archive places it in contexts such as "Selection from Toulouse-Lautrec's Table"; "Both books teach you how to do wonderful things like throw a fabulous dinner party as an alcoholic". It most often appears alongside A Night Before Christmas, Annabel, Bob Dylan.

Article page: Toulouse-Lautrec
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: December 28, 2024
Last seen: December 28, 2024

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Christmas Stories December 28, 2024

A Night Before Christmas 1 shared issues
Annabel 1 shared issues
Bob Dylan 1 shared issues
Bob Dylan biopic 1 shared issues
bohemia 1 shared issues

Source context

Christmas Stories

December 28, 2024 · Original source

Selection from Toulouse-Lautrec’s Table I intend to qualify nothing. This is always my intention, but sometimes I follow my own rules more closely than others. Do you feel self satisfied when you say that one year changed everything? I would, which is why I’m not going to say it. The train to Boston is late, and then I later learn, cursed. Stopped at New Haven, pulling out of the station, there's a loud thump on my window and then I see a young woman staggering back along the platform. She gears herself up and then hurdles at the train again, slamming her body into another window a few seats down, but now the train is beginning to pick up speed. She starts sobbing as it leaves the station. Her bags are by her side. David is getting whisky and hotdogs at the dining car, but I tell him when he returns. I think you're hallucinating again, he says. Again being the pivotal word, because he suggested I was hallucinating when I saw a jaguarundi in the back garden of an urban hotel in San Salvador, too. The other passengers seem unfazed. Almost inhumanly so. And so, of course, I also wonder if the oddities might be a simple trick of the mind. The train stops again later on. They lost their crew, someone says on the loudspeaker. They will start the train again when they can, but as of now, there is no one to start the train, what with the missing crew and all. There are footsteps running up and down the car halls but I'm in the inner seat and I can't see anything. There are shadowy figures sprinting on the platform. I wonder if we should get off - are train robberies still a thing? - but then we're moving again and then we're in Boston, the oddities unexplained, the hex apparently dissipating in the car ride to the country. Snow and clear skies, here. It’s amazing how quickly the platform in suburbia can fade into a sense that you are the only ones around for hours. Moon over the fields. Pesto pasta for dinner reheated. Far from the backroom haze of a train ride where something was amiss. Tuesday On Christmas Eve Day, we drive to town. Happy Christmas Eve, I tell David. David tells me that he doesn’t consider Christmas Eve to begin before evening. As a matter of semantics, I can’t disagree. It’s a bright morning. Piercing. There’s snow over the fields and I drive slowly round the bends. I prefer when people say happy Christmas to merry, I tell David, and he wrinkles his nose. That's the traditional way, I say. That's the very British way. I'm not being didactic, I'm just being a snob. In the rendition of “A Night Before Christmas” that we read in the evening - there are a few copies around the house but I like the 1870 illustrated paperback copies best - they say Happy Christmas To All. I can't remember all the lines, but I do remember this one. David wants to know if the pond we like to swim in will be frozen. The little ponds are, but the big one - Walden - isn't. I drive faster the further I get from home. You can see the surface churning even from the road. Ripples in gray black water. The surface is moved by wind, not yet stabilized by cold. Christmas Eve Dinner is my favorite meal of the year, but David convinces me to stop at the alcove at Main Street Cafe around three pm. It's like a diner but cozier, he says. The alcove is tucked away down a driveway, near a parking lot, the real restaurant faces the street and it's decked in pine wreaths and dried chains of cranberry and orange. Upstairs, it's bustling. There's a long wait by the pastry shelf. To bring you your food here, in the alcove, the waiter comes outside, walks down the driveway, the door bursts open, we're the only ones left inside. Sitting at the hidden little bar, David convinces me to share corn clam chowder and onion rings - fantastic but now I'm full. I still eat at dinner later. Roast duck and roast goose and cranberry sauce and pie. It feels sweet, and not gluttonous. The season doesn’t feel gluttonous this year. I used to be so averse to this sin - gluttony, that is. Overindulgence hasn’t crossed my mind too much these past few weeks, I suppose a natural conclusion if you believe overdoing it to be a product of self destruction, and not pleasure. This year, I can access Christmas in a way that I can’t recall experiencing similarly since childhood. I like when winter is visceral. A visceral winter is my favorite season. I would like to feel the cold in my bones this year. I would like to feel nostalgia in bursts that are sharp when I walk around certain corners at dusk. I get everything I would like this year. It doesn’t unsettle me. It just means my memories are more precise. It’s a strange thing, to come back into yourself that is. Thursday We sleep til ten, light candles on the Christmas tree, polar swim in Walden Pond. Breakfast is maple butter on toast. Linner is cranberry moscow mules and cocktail shrimp. Later - an icy woods behind the house. The boardwalk over the swamp is caked with snow. I can see Saturn in the sky, even in the early afternoon. There's a Christmas Tree in the woods; a pine strung with ornaments, red and green ornaments, no lights because it's too deep in the forest to power them. We only see one other group on our walk; a family pulling a child in a snowsuit on a sled. Old friends come over for Christmas. You wonder, with these things, if there will still be things to say but then it seems, there always is. I feel grateful to have grown up in the presence of characters. People whose aesthetic and ethical sensibilities remain solid and unique and admirable. We have lasagna and salad by the fire and then pie made from a special type of sweet squash with homemade sweet cream. My mom is telling a story about the sheep farmer across the street and the fist fight she got into at the town swap exchange (the scavenging table at the dump) that got the whole operation shut down for years. The swap exchange was getting out of hand. My mother was being solicited for two hundred dollars in the parking lot to relinquish the neighbor's china that she'd spotted abandoned only five minutes before. The swap exchange was a nice thing though, environmentally friendly. You wouldn't believe the age of the women throwing hands over discarded silver. The dinner table conversation turns to strength of heart. "She has a good heart, they are saying, re the elderly women prone to physical blows over perfectly good silver. “She has a good heart but she has common sense too, and if you are not doing the common sense thing, then she will not withhold harshness.” My parents and their friends are shrugging. Sensibility does come with age. I've been learning this more lately. Level headedness when appropriate, too. Discretion when it comes to suffering fools, gladly or otherwise. We have many special items from the swap table around the house, and I used to find trinkets more of an inconvenience than a joy but I like the red table cloth with the little green and silver pine trees, the metal stars and chimes candle that spins and jingles when lit, the field of rocking horses always growing and dwindling by one or two but remaining a herd of sorts in my parents backyard. I can't stay here very long. The sense of interiority, quiet, the pale beauty of shifting light marking hours and time... it is lovely but it's also in conflict with my sensibility. This is symptomatic of some rot, likely. In another life I am endlessly entertained in the birch trees. Going to bed, it’s been dark for a while now. Here, you see one star first every night. The sun has been setting in a special shade of pale blue this winter. It was dark out the windows by dinner time. You could still see the shadows in the fields. Friday I consider changing my train back to New York, staying here a bit longer, sinking into hazy dusks and evenings by the wood stove and the fires. There was a gas leak in the furnace and so now the gas is off. We've been using the wood stove and the fires a lot. I don't change trains because it's too last minute. I'll become too suspended in time if I stay. There's a pink sunset over salt marshes in places like Mystic, Connecticut on the ride back to the city. I've been trying to work on the things I've put off for too long. I'm been trying to think about the way people talk about culture as I try to write a few reviews. I wrote this sentiment before Christmas -- I know that there are things I'm supposed to be scandalized by, and I'm not really scandalized, but I also remain defensive - it's the worst of all worlds. I have the hearty puritanical roots of a New England Jewish Wasp. It's difficult for me. God it feels good to agree with whatever the person speaking is saying. Now, the truth of it becomes -- morality as a simulacra is so dull. I can spend two seconds in real life and it hits me so starkly how much imitations of reality pale in its contrast. The diagnostics of the times suggests that the individual life becomes more and more disconnected from the collective life, your sphere of influence shrinks as the mirror world of technology gives you every reason to believe it grows, the word of the times isn't nihilism so much as absurdism. One symbol is easily swapped out for its opposite - they bear little material or spiritual significance. You know you don’t mean it. After the terrible Bob Dylan biopic, we're driving on the highway towards the train station and my dad is asking me if there are examples of contemporary genius, what that would look like, and I'm saying that the thing is you have to make a concerted effort to even engage with art at all now, or sometimes to engage even with real life at all and it's an effort that goes against most of the forces in your day to day and so the thing is I think genius is unlikely, although there are contemporary artists I admire and genius implies some innate transcendency of the general malaise anyway, so maybe these issues are irrelevant in the face of genius. A conversation at a coffee shop a few weeks ago - a younger man of the Monarchy school of thought is saying that an ideal society would not ask people to deal in the realm of public good and ruling provenance. Your sphere of influence is yourself and those around you, the best thing that can be done is we drop the illusion. An older man is saying but I've seen you be hugely influenced by the teachings of people you've never met. He's saying that now more than ever, we are living in an age that is cruel. I appreciate his point because - I appreciate learned wisdom and practicality only earned through time. And because, isn't it strange to say that now, more than ever, we live in real life? Finding pure purpose in interiority- this is something that can be learned. It's not something I've learned yet, though. Pure Purpose in Interiority WHAT YOU SHOULD DO This week is prone to slip into oblivion of the sort where you won't really know what you did at all. There is not a ton going on in New York – it's hard to throw a party during a week that doesn't exist. But, you needn't become senselessly bored! Sunday, December 29 From 7pm at KGB – Cassidy and Annabel present The Last Confessions of 2024

In sheer coincidence and in sheer representation of taste - my boyfriend bought my parents Toulouse-Lautrec The Art of Cooking for the holidays this year, and my sister bought me Toulouse-Lautrec’s Table. Both books teach you how to do wonderful things like throw a fabulous dinner party as an alcoholic, and roast entire boar heads on the spit outside your artist studio in France. It’s great reading, and some of the advice towards an artful table and an artful life is not too bad either.

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Toups1 mentions across 1 issues

Toups is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between September 09, 2025 and September 09, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "Toups and Nick Hobbs. A weekly party for painters and friends". It most often appears alongside Aakash Kakkar, Aita, Allen-Golder Carpenter.

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Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: September 09, 2025
Last seen: September 09, 2025
Instagram handle: @olivia.toups

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City Built on Crystals September 09, 2025

Aakash Kakkar 1 shared issues
Aita 1 shared issues
Allen-Golder Carpenter 1 shared issues
AltCitizen 1 shared issues
AltCitizen 15 Year Anniversary Show 1 shared issues

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City Built on Crystals

September 09, 2025 · Original source

From 9pm in the Lower East Side (dm @Jackiearielle for location) — Painters Pool returns with hosts Olivia Toups and Nick Hobbs. A weekly party for painters and friends, Tuesday in New York (and now in Paris too). Gather your painter friends - that's your ticket in.

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Travis Diehl1 mentions across 1 issues

Travis Diehl 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 "Readings by Tif Sigrids, Travis Diehl, Sammy Loren, Josh Shaddock, Annie Armstrong". It most often appears alongside 4 Berry Street, 61 Lispenard, A Room of One's Own.

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Issue count: 1
First seen: January 23, 2025
Last seen: January 23, 2025
Instagram handle: @travisdiehl

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Burn my diaries January 23, 2025

4 Berry Street 1 shared issues
61 Lispenard 1 shared issues
A Room of One's Own 1 shared issues
A Silent Woman 1 shared issues
Ada Antoinette 1 shared issues

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Burn my diaries

January 23, 2025 · Original source

From 6pm (readings at 7:30) at Salon Scharlin Union Square — Casual Encounters presents the launch party for “Umm… Exercise”. Readings by Tif Sigrids, Travis Diehl, Sammy Loren, Josh Shaddock, Annie Armstrong, and special guests.

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Trinity Noone1 mentions across 1 issues

Trinity Noone 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 "Mani Mekala, Trinity Noone, Jake Dibeler, and Maya Martinez". It most often appears alongside A Night of Sermons, Abigail Mlinar, age of individualism.

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Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: July 29, 2025
Last seen: July 29, 2025

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Walking Poems July 29, 2025

A Night of Sermons 1 shared issues
Abigail Mlinar 1 shared issues
age of individualism 1 shared issues
ARDOR 1 shared issues
BANK NYC 1 shared issues

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Walking Poems

July 29, 2025 · Original source

From 7pm at KGB Private Curtain — Riley Mac hosts the tour kick off of Maya Martinez’s THEATRICS. Ft Whitney Mallet, Kellian Delice, Mani Mekala, Trinity Noone, Jake Dibeler, and Maya Martinez.

Inline links: Riley Mac, Maya Martinez’s, THEATRICS

Truman Flyer1 mentions across 1 issues

Truman Flyer 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 "featuring Alex Arthur, Precious Human, Truman Flyer, and more". It most often appears alongside Abscissa #2, Adderall, Adriana Furlong.

Article page: Truman Flyer
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: February 03, 2025
Last seen: February 03, 2025

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Dream Logic February 03, 2025

Abscissa #2 1 shared issues
Adderall 1 shared issues
Adriana Furlong 1 shared issues
Advil 1 shared issues
Alex Arthur 1 shared issues

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Dream Logic

February 03, 2025 · Original source

From 7pm at Heaven Can't Wait — Cynosure presents the first of a two night fundraiser for Los Angeles, featuring Alex Arthur, Precious Human, Truman Flyer, and more.

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TrustFundGoth1 mentions across 1 issues

TrustFundGoth is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between July 27, 2024 and July 27, 2024. The archive places it in contexts such as "hosted by Tess Manhattan, TrustFundGoth, and more". It most often appears alongside Anastasia Coope, Annabel Boardman, Annie Rauwerda.

Article page: TrustFundGoth
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: July 27, 2024
Last seen: July 27, 2024
Instagram handle: @trustfundgothh

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COLLECTED AGENDA #6 July 27, 2024

Anastasia Coope 1 shared issues
Annabel Boardman 1 shared issues
Annie Rauwerda 1 shared issues
Baby's All Right 1 shared issues
Ben Dreith 1 shared issues

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COLLECTED AGENDA #6

July 27, 2024 · Original source

Sunday, August 4 from 2pm - 9pm - Princess Gallery celebrates the new moon, hosted by Tess Manhattan, TrustFundGoth, and more. I believe Princess Gallery is a new space on Henry Street, but specific details are unclear. What we do know: the new moon is “a time for manifesting & shedding what does not serve ??”

Inline links: Princess Gallery, Tess Manhattan, TrustFundGoth

Tyler Christopher Brown1 mentions across 1 issues

Tyler Christopher Brown is a recurring person in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 1 times across 1 issues between May 27, 2025 and May 27, 2025. The archive places it in contexts such as "Olga Titus, Tyler Christopher Brown, Yanqing Pei". It most often appears alongside 327 Bowery, Abby Lloyd, absurdism.

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First seen: May 27, 2025
Last seen: May 27, 2025
Instagram handle: @chrisbrayyy

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generative and godly secrets May 27, 2025

327 Bowery 1 shared issues
Abby Lloyd 1 shared issues
absurdism 1 shared issues
Adidas 1 shared issues
Allie Rowbottom 1 shared issues

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generative and godly secrets

May 27, 2025 · Original source

From 6pm - 8pm at IRL Gallery — In Bloom opens; a group exhibition with works by Clara Gesang-Gottowt, Clare Doveton, Megan Baker, Olga Titus, Tyler Christopher Brown, Yanqing Pei. - “Taking the season as both metaphor and mood, In Bloom brings together six artists whose practices explore cycles of emergence, ripening, and transformation.”

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Tyson Elizabeth Pope1 mentions across 1 issues

Tyson Elizabeth Pope 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 "Kathryn Kearney, Tyson Elizabeth Pope, and Paige Walker". It most often appears alongside 720 Strength LES, 92NY, A.M. Homes.

Article page: Tyson Elizabeth Pope
Mention count: 1
Issue count: 1
First seen: October 06, 2025
Last seen: October 06, 2025
Instagram handle: @me_betseybrown

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Big Huge World October 06, 2025

720 Strength LES 1 shared issues
92NY 1 shared issues
A.M. Homes 1 shared issues
Abel Ferrara 1 shared issues
Above Town #2 1 shared issues

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