Miss Manhattan Hangs Out with Andrew Rizzardi

Obscure Polish cinema, girls on fast wheels, dinosaur attacks, and more.

As I arrive at Andrew Rizzardi’s apartment in Brooklyn, he’s packing up a bag. So far, his 4x5 camera will go in it, with corresponding film, and a tripod. Elvis and Big Freedia play in the background, and a stick of incense sends a sliver of smoke toward the ceiling. He’s asking me what cocktail ingredients I want him to pack for the park, but I don’t …