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Corner of Prince Street and Greene
January 20, 2014

 

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Wandering along the spectacle that is Prince Street, you might almost miss the newsstand that is at the corner of Greene. It’s smaller than most newsstands, practically a phone booth, and it doesn’t sell magazines, cough drops, or energy drinks. Instead, News sells little marzipan and chocolate newspapers, about the size of a business card, for the same price as The Sunday New York Times. Easily digestable and with sweet and bitter notes, it really is like eating the daily news.

News’ creator is Evelyn Teng a self-described “quietly unreflective” artist who has just recently started working in the candy milieu. She is planning on showing a series of candied newspapers, aeroplanes, and a candy self portrait at the Croissant Gallery in the next few months, which is fortunate, because as Teng explains, “Storing candy is a nightmare in my little one bedroom.”

So why newspapers? “Everyone has their own: El Diaro, The New York Post, The Daily News, The Epoch Times, The Bangkok Post, it goes on and on. It's a very personal choice, what newspaper you read, like coffee or food. And then there are the people who read two or three of them.”

But Teng doesn't usually read newspapers. “I read the Paris Review Daily, on my phone, usually when I'm in the booth. I’m not that interested in reading the news. Reporting has always seemed very flawed to me. But I like the idea of a newsstand. It’s one of the few places in the physical world where we tell pedestrians, ’Hey: catch up with the world.’”

The booth itself is built from reclaimed metal and timber, built on the roof of Teng’s apartment, disassembled, and then installed on Prince Street. “I don't like to spend too much time in the booth because it’s very, very cold out, and I’m also claustrophobic. When people buy the newspapers, I’m usually just zoning out listening to my iPod, wearing about three layers of clothing, waiting to go home.” Teng says the booth’s revenue is modest but not insubstantial. “A lady who lives nearby keeps asking me if I will start selling real newspapers as well,” she says, shaking her head. “She seems very hopeful.”


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