The New York Post had this amazing article about the new Bushwick luxury lofts (“for artists”), CastleBraid, today. Apparently, some hipsters are mad about other hipsters moving onto their turf. (Since it’s The Post, anyone who is in their twenties and living in Bushwick is considered a hipster…which is exactly right. Way to get one correct, The Post!)
A single piece of fossilized dinosaur poop rests on a shelf in a dilapidated shack in Brooklyn. The poop costs $25, and it’s just one of several odd items for sale at Frank Traynor’s curiosity shop, known as the Perfect Nothing Catalog, which is now situated in the backyard of a gallery in Bushwick and mostly sells handmade objects by artists Mr. Traynor admires.
When friends visit Ryan Gross at his apartment, they often bring bathing suits, regardless of the temperature. With three roommates, Mr. Gross, a 25-year-old musician who works nights as a bar back at a Brooklyn concert hall, shares a sleek four-bedroom unit in a corner property known as the Lofts on Irving.
The building boasts an indoor pool and a rooftop hot tub, and Mr. Gross’s apartment is outfitted with stainless steel appliances and an eastern-facing glass wall. The Lofts’s 60 dwellings are floored with bleached oak, and each has a private balcony. Downstairs, within skipping distance of the pool, residents can retire at day’s end to a sauna for a salutary schvitz.
Chuck your red Solo cups and jump the back fence, East Williamsburg. Soon-to-be-shuttered extra-legal party spot House of Yes was raided by the fuzz in Saturday’s wee hours. The NY Post reports that the NYPD arrested manager John Politowski, bartender Samantha Isom, doorman Aaron Edwards and security guard Robert Lasenburg for slinging booze Read More
XXX in Tech
Four women have banded together to take the stash of dick pics they received over the summer and channel them into art (as long as you consider a blurry, up-close shot of a penis art). Vice reports that the show, entitled “Show Me More: A Collection of DickPix,” will be like a walkabout of NYC penises, with 300 dickpix framed and featured at a Brooklyn gallery.
THERE GOES THE NEIGHBORHOOD
In recent years, Brooklyn’s defining characteristic has increasingly become the class warfare that has spread, epidemic-like, from the East River towards the ocean. The battles, both brutal and bittersweet, are fought out one cheese shop, exposed lightbulb-lit wine store and frozen yogurt joint at a time. The middle-class displaces the low-income and delights, in the brief window before they themselves are pushed out by the rapidly-escalating rents, in the surge of bars and restaurants, organic groceries and quirky boutiques that follow in their wake.
Once they move on, the cycle repeats, and another community tries to square the undeniable advantages that money brings (more grocery stores, safer streets, better schools), with the fact that staying around to enjoy them will prove increasingly difficult.
Klaws Come Out
Sometimes you really need to examine the small print.
The owner of costume shop which specializes in latex outfits says her lease has been denied by Hasidic landlords due to the sexy nature of some of her clothes.
“The broker called me and said, ‘There seems to be a concern with one of the three owners that your store, and you, are too sexual for the space,’” Klawdya Rothschild, the owner of Klawtex, told DNAinfo.
The tenants of 13 Thames St. in Williamsburg have the worst luck.
A year ago, their landlord allegedly hired a biker gang to terrorize them out of their apartment, which, we must admit, is one of the more novel ways to kick people out.
Now — amidst an unlawful eviction and tenant harassment case — Read More
“So many of the civic successes heralded by Mayor Michael R. Bloomberg,” Ginia Bellafonte wrote in The New York Times back in 2012, “might have happened in Lithuania for all the effect they have had (or could have) on the lives of people in Brownsville,” which Ms. Bellafonte then goes on to helpfully identify as a neighborhood in northeastern Brooklyn.
We’re not sure if gentrification counts as a “civic success,” and we aren’t aware of any pasty-faced, heritage flannel-wearing hipsters wandering around Pitkin Avenue, the neighborhood’s main drag, yet. But if trends in nearby neighborhoods are any indication, it won’t be long before Brownsville—a byword for blight, home to the largest concentration of public housing towers in the city and to this day a place that some mail carriers fear to tread—is selling something artisanal besides stamp bags.
Those pesky hipsters are at it again, with their subversive non-weekday work schedules and socially destructive late night PBR-drinking, according to an article in the Daily News.
Bushwick’s Community Board 4 has taken a stand against Sunday sipping, according to the paper, by requesting that bar and restaurant owners stop selling alcohol Read More