It’s hard to say anything about Diner that hasn’t already been said. I’m glad they’re here, and that they’ve invested- and continue to educate us- towards a culture of smallness. photo taken with Impossible Film
Who needs a big box hardware store when you’ve got helpful access wares just for living in Brooklyn-sized apartments? photo taken with Impossible Film
The friendliest staff in all of Brooklyn. I haven’t been everywhere, but it’s impossible to be nicer, warmer or more positive than these guys. Magic happens when you visit. photo taken with Impossible Film
Smell Burning Leaves, In The Summer Kitchen, and At The Beach 1966. photo taken with Impossible Film
Pop Fuzz is one of the most peculiar stores I’ve ever had the pleasure of going into. It’s like an unfocused trip into our collective memories with Dinosaurs trading cards, Stephen King novels, and Jordan Knight albums on cassette. It’s the kind of place that makes me enthusiastic about trash, but also overwhelms my sense…
A private table in the back! A reason to own a cafe: so that you can set up a cute, sunny brunch table in the backyard and rope it off with a “private” sign. photo taken with Impossible Film
A better business to keep around I can’t imagine. We all have a need for a cobbler once we’ve found that perfect shoe and lost all the cash in our wallet to buy something new. Inevitably, a heel runs out, the sole gets detached from the shoe, or some other shoe catastrophy that sends your…
