May 24, 2021
7 min read
Inside New York City’s Chinatown, Where the Shirts Have No Name
A vignette from my time in Chinatown’s once thriving garment industry
The button escaped from my hands and rolled onto the coffee table. Like Wile E. Coyote scuttling off a cliff, the button plunged onto the floor and spun underneath the couch. I crouched on my hands and knees to reach for it. As if peering…
