New York

According to one storied website, Buzzer 30 is a "community arts organization with an exhibition space" located in a somewhat modern-looking warehouse in Astoria. In this same building exists Astoria Soundworks, some ballet thingamajig, an impressive staircase and a tenebrous confederacy of theoretically art-centric, mysteriously Peter Pannish, stylistically late-90s young people intertwined by a single magical linking collection of syllables: Wonderland. I have nomadically infiltrated this circle of spring chickens in a time of uncertain housing and I have found it wild. I encountered endless amounts of food and drink, ceaseless revelry and disparate young people lounging on probably dust mite-infested sofas. Youthful, frowzled and interlaced by somewhat interchangeable lank young men with dark hair and guitars, Wonderland (I mean, the haunt of the kids in the building that houses Buzzer 30) is an instructively college-like arena; its aura lackadaisical, hospitable and disconcerting. And I'm totally into that in a strategic social-experiment sense.

Photo:  Courtesy of Jason Eppink