Bright lights, late nights, and the big mother fucking city, I’ve arrived baby. I finally made it, I’m in New York, I think. It feels more like I was abuducted from San Francisco and dropped on a foreign planet they call Bedford Stuyvesant. I’ve landed in Brooklyn and the amount of exploring to be done in my new neighborhood of BedStuy and beyond is overwhelming . The cuts in this metropolis run deep, far deeper than the Parisian wild west that I left behind. In an effort not to succumb to the crumbling task of learning the ins and outs of this city, I’ve decided to start small. I’m simply going to open my front door and hike around this new landscape in pursuit of what will become my spots. What is a man without his spots? I want to know what everyone else knows, and what they don’t. I want to know what’s overrated and what gems are still hiding beneath the unturned rocks. So many surfaces to scrape.