A few months ago, through a series of random connections, an editor from the Australian magazine Madison emailed me. They were looking for a New York writer to brave one of the city's remaining ladies-only apartment buildings. Running home in time for an 11 pm curfew, sneaking in beer, and chilling on plastic-covered sofas in the shadow of bleeding martyrs was a total trip. And the resulting article just came out down in Oz. I'm pretty psyched about how it came out. PDF is below!