A Saturday afternoon in the Brooklyn Farmacy.
I had my first egg cream, made with love and chocolate by Petey (“It’s all in the head”) and his sister’s perfect ginger cookies. Petey showed me 90-year-old receipts and letters from the pharmacy’s first owner, Mazzila Cantone, inscribed with incredibly elegant handwriting in English and Italian. There was a pile of ’70s self-help books, old lipstick tubes whose scent instantly transported me back to my grandma’s makeup bag, and enough athletic supports and itch cream for a randy football team.
Photoset here.
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