Wayne Barrett and me, Brooklyn, 2012.

Remembering Wayne Barrett, Ass-Kicking Village Voice Journalist. Also My Landlord and Friend.

Andrew Boardman
Sep 5, 2018 · 8 min read

I first met Wayne Barrett outside New York City Hall in 1996. The first thing that struck me was his height — Wayne was a tall, conspicuous and relatively un-manicured man. In combination with his scraggly grey-brown hair, he cut an imposing and formidable figure that was impossible to ignore. Living under Wayne’s roof for a…

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Andrew Boardman

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Designer, writer, worker. Founded design studio at manoverboard.com. Champion of #BCorp and student of reification. Best dad. Big dork. Runner type. Nerd music.

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