On Sunday, I met up with Basak to walk and take photos around Williamsburg. We casually explored everything between North 10th/Grand Street and Bedford Avenue/The East River: we ate artisinal ice cream at Odd Fellows (I got Brown Butter Sage), looked at a shit-ton of jewelry at the Brooklyn Artists’ Flea, talked about music at Rough Trade Records NYC (I bought Wolf Parade and TLC on vinyl), wandered listlessly at that Urban Outfitters megafuck cluster store, drank Blue Bottle Coffee, smelled chocolate at Mast Brothers, visited the Sketchbook Project Library, and finally strolled along the piers by the East River.
Yeah, everything about that makes me sound like a hipster, huh?
Well, they’re gone from Williamsburg now. Nearly everyone we passed on the now-crowded streets of Williamsburg fit in one or more the following categories: 1) spoke in a British accent, 2) spoke on iPhones in German, Swedish, Arabic, or French, 3) pushed along a stroller while walking a small dog, or 4) looked like they came out of either a J.Crew or an H&M ad while walking a small dog. I guess I’ll save my Upper Middle Class Gentrification Rant Later, but you should check out this article regarding the economic disparity of Brooklyn, and how out-of-country mega-millionaires pretty much pushed out the slightly less rich from Manhattan and into the Outer Boroughs, which pushed out the middle class and the poor.
Sigh. I wish I was rich.
In any event, it was nice to take some photos with my new camera that was not dog-related, and spend time with Basak before she leaves NYC and moves to Berlin.
