The New York Observer

In the roaring 1990’s, when kohl-eyed bohemians still roamed the streets of lower Manhattan, the writer Steven Vincent cut a dramatic figure, even by the East Village’s flamboyant standards. A well-known art critic and member of the fetish scene, he wandered Alphabet City with his nose in a book, sometimes sporting a top hat, like Read More

In the roaring 1990’s, when kohl-eyed bohemians still roamed the streets of lower Manhattan, the writer Steven Vincent cut a dramatic figure, even by the East Village’s flamboyant standards. A well-known art critic and member of the fetish scene, he wandered Alphabet City with his nose in a book, sometimes sporting a top hat, like Read More