My Ralphie

Published December 13, 2020

Words: Audrey Louise Reynolds

Photographs: Helena Christensen

I went religiously to Sunny’s, a longshoremen's working class bar I still go to in my dreams at night. A far cry from the absurdly wealthy styleless infestation of Croc wearing baby stroller pushers that have since ruined the neighborhood. Like battery acid on its soul causing the starving artists to flee like a building on fire and the rents to skyrocket. My 1880s ex-brothel of an apartment that was $700 a month I've heard is now $5,500 without renovations, if that gives you any idea. Long before my arrival, and still to this day, there remains one person in particular I’ve always had an extreme affection for, one of the coolest cats to ever live, Ralph Balzano. 

My Ralphie. 

BUY PRINT Winter 2020 Issue #4