Marina Serina

What’s a “watch party“? That’s what my friends from Italy ask me on WhatsApp. What do I tell them? That I’m in a mega-club in Brooklyn, and that while I dance, pretending to be twenty-five myself, on a giant screen…

Sunday, October 26, 2025: Night has slowly fallen. For hours, we’ve been sitting in the cold stands of Forest Hills Stadium, and the air has become biting. We’re all numb, but not our hearts, which, filled with passion, spur us…

At the top of the hill in Arthur S. Somers Park, in the shade of centuries-old trees, local pro-Zohran Mamdani activists have gathered. We’re in a neighborhood a quarter of an hour’s drive from Bed-Stuy, where I live, across Pacific…

A new campaign has been launched by the highly active People’s Forum; it’s called “AIPACOUT of U.S. politics!” It features a youthful and engaging graphic design and aims to engage millions of US citizens. So this evening, I’ve come to…

As I climb the subway steps, a silhouette looms, recognizable even to those who have never been to New York: the Empire State Building. I’m in the beating heart of the Big Apple, where, amid dozens of fast-food and fast-fashion…

On-the-ground a live report: Saturday, October 4th. A truly warm autumn, in every sense; a scorching sun is beating down on New York City today, making the keffiyeh useful as a head covering. I’m in one of my favorite squares:…

Sunday, September 21, 2025: the meeting is at noon in Fulton Park, one of those small parks in Bedford-Stuyvesant in Brooklyn, the neighborhood where my husband and I have decided to live this year. In reality, almost no one calls…