~ SADAF H NAVA
"I meet Sadaf at her South Williamsburg home one Saturday a few weeks ago. Following the directions on my phone, I end up outside a unassuming metal door that looks like it might open up into a warehouse or garage. There’s no doorbell. Outside the door, a woman stands smoking. “I’m looking for Sadaf, do you know her?” “Yes, just walk right in, her room is at the end of the back corridor.” Stepping inside, I enter a large concrete-floor room that could as well be an underground show space. This is the living room, I guess. I walk past a kitchen and a couple of nooks that have been converted into bed rooms, tapestries and wood paneling for walls. She greets me with a hug and we sit down to talk."