THE BIKESHARE COMETH!
When the blue Citibank Citi Bikes—thank you again impossibly selfless, unfailingly generous corporate overlords!—start rolling out of their stations, there is one neighborhood that will not be sharing.
South Williamsburg is noticeably lacking in any of the city’s new bike-share stations, The Wall Street Journal noticed. And this time the Hasidic community didn’t even have to battle against naked hipsters to get their way!
There were so many communities clamoring to host the cruisers, ugly Citibank logos be damned, that the ultra-Orthodox Jewish community simply stayed mum and let the sought-after stations go where they were wanted, the city transportation commissioner explains. And that wasn’t South Williamsburg.
THE HIPPING POINT
Rockaway Beach: A well-established Hipster Hamptons of sorts for the last few years, a place many thought would hit fever-pitch sometime this summer, the moment when—like Williamsburg and Bushwick and Red Hook and hell, the rest of the entire borough of Brooklyn before it—well-heeled Manhattanites discover it, and then, ruin the fun for those who were ostensibly there “first.”*
First came The Taco Stand.
Then, the Trend Pieces.
Then, The Hoteliers.
And now: The Page Six Item.
STRAIGHT OUT OF (HIPSTER) CENTRAL CASTING
Shooting for the second season of HBO’s generation-defining half-hour-of-power dramedy, Girls—brought to you by an all-star team including the loins of David Mamet, Brian Williams, Laurie Simmons, and Caroll Dunham—is underway. Hooray for everyone!
Hipsters on TV
Man, we really need to watch more early morning Fox News. We almost missed yesterday’s segment from The Five, where former White House Press Secretary Dana Perino had to stop host Eric Bolling (who was ranting about Mark Zuckerburg, consummate hipster) to ask what a hipster was. (Since hipsters can make money now, they are relevant on Fox.)
“Just for asking that, you are a hipster!” the very confused Mr. Bolling crowed, as if accusing Ms. Perino of having cooties.
Insta-Nostalgia (noun): Glorification/yearning of or for a period in history that only recently ended, or is still occurring. Confined mostly to Millennials, hipsters, and Kurt Andersen, symptoms of insta-nostalgia may include anything from ironic Lana Del Rey listening parties to an obsession with Instagram photos.
Brooklyn’s 3rd Ward is a great place to take classes on art, sculpture, and hipsterdom. Where else can you drink PBR while drawing nudes, with the only cost being a basic membership fee of $129 a year (not including classes)?
But in addition to woodworking and jewelry-making, 3rd Ward is now offering a new opportunity for young 20-somethings with too much money and time on their hands: a “Culinary Incubator,” which will teach classes on asking a waiter with the proper amount of condescension: “But were all the ingredients grown locally?”
DFA Records’ co-founder and retired LCD Soundsystem bandleader James Murphy has always exhibited a certain stripe of self-awareness that other musicians could probably take lessons from. In one of two films to feature Mr. Murphy at this year’s Sundance Film Festival—the other one being the documentary about his band’s final concert—he has a cameo role as a guy stuck between two obnoxious, aging hipsters in a taxi.
As Election Day 2008 approached, if you were an urban organic kale farmer, or a crochet enthusiast or a vaudevillian with a new song to sing, and you wanted to support Barack Obama for president, you were in luck.
The streets of New York were crowded with “Walks for Change,” “Bike4Barack” groups, “Karaoke We Can Believe In” sing-alongs, “Get Out the Laughs and Votes” comedy shows and “Art for Change” auctions. The days leading up to the election saw Pasties for Peace, a Cowboys for Barack Wild West Burlesque Show Fund-raiser, a Yo La Tengo fund-raiser at McCarren Pool, and a $1,000 fund-raiser in Dumbo featuring They Might Be Giants, which sold out.
Richie Fife, who helped lead the Obama effort in the run-up to the primary, estimated that 10,000 New Yorkers had contacted his office to get involved and that three times that many were out on the streets on their own initiative.
That’s BroBo as in Bronx Bohemian, not Brooklyn Bohemian.
The Times has been surfing the wave of Rockaways revelry all summer, praising the food, the parties, the sun dresses, the food, and, sure, the surfing. But sometimes life’s not all a beach. The Daily News has turned up at least one stretch of the Rockaways that is far from gentrified.
Things may be jumping over on Beach 96th Street, but Beach 116th Street goes wanting. The clams are still fried and the sun is shining, but an S.R.O. and other rundown properties—and the flotsam and jetsam that wash up with them—is ruining the fun.