t the moment, I’m near a building in the East Village that in the 1980s used to be the home of a club called the World, where, apparently, a lot of firsts happened, such as Björk performing in the United States. Of course, today everything is different here, but a few things are the same. For example, Björk has to watch for paparazzi and phone cameras now, but I’ve heard from many New Yorkers that until very recently, she’d often go alone to out-of-the-way bars just to dance—hiding
