All photos: Ana Spevak
The French Maid Race, as it’s called, grows each year, with the race itself now more of a digestif to several hours of serious partying on the cordoned-off Vernon St. Despite the increase in popularity, though, the event still feels like something of a neighborhood treat with few cops on hand and tolerable beer lines. It’s five or six glorious hours of booze and fishnet stockings that leaves one happily stumbling home and wondering how this country could ever have beef with France. Here are Ana’s shots.
