It’s a rainy Tuesday afternoon in March and Alex Bergan sits behind the counter of a small curio shop on Ray St. in North Park called The Gold Dust Collective. With his hair immaculately coiffed and an easy, charming smile, he is surrounded by exotic taxidermy mounts and raccoons dressed in Victorian gowns, sharing shelf space with scarabs and other insects in glass cases. As I walk in the store, Alex embraces me with a warm hug and offers me a Modelo, like a gentleman does. He’s drinking a squat bottle of Coors Banquet, because he’s fancy. I note the... READ MORE
