Williamsburg You Ever Hear of It?
As new revelations about the impending criminal trial of Dominique-Strauss Kahn continue to emerge, the New York Times went for a triple-play of coverage on the story this (decidedly American) holiday weekend. Buried in the story concerning New Yorkers’ attitudes about the case, however, was this gem of a parenthetical:
One of the unexpected consequences of all the condo construction that swept North Brooklyn after the 2005 rezoning has been an influx of hipsters, yuppies and BroBos so grand, the post office now needs a new zip code besides 11211 to handle all the mail.
There was some mystery as to who would be losing out on the palindromic postal code, but now the USPS has sent out a map identifying the losers—and it looks to be the same people the locals have been calling losers for a while now.
Don’t be fooled by the potbellies and mustaches, Williamsburg residents haven’t gone soft yet.
Indeed, nothing caps off a Saturday afternoon at the Brooklyn Flea like a round of Brazilian ground wrestling. Or so we gather given that Williamsburg Brazilian Jiu Jitsu has just signed a 2,800-square-foot lease at 42 Dobbin Street, between Nassau and Norman avenues. The studio is run Read More
Fashion Week 2011
The Rag and Bone show was so oversubscribed that the organizers needed a separate room for the overflow. The people seated in the wallflower room had the forlorn air of a bunch of teenagers who hadn’t been asked to the prom so, instead of taking our seat in there, we opted to stand and watch the action Read More
Restaurant Reviews Reviews
As dining critic for The New York Times, Sam Sifton is expected to risk life and limb in search of that certain bold taste; that convergence of senses that adds new contour to a meal; that creative verve for the art of food that outpaces the old guard in brash, exciting ways. And in Read More
Since when do Brooklyn 20-somethings own cars, let alone a brand-new SUV to schlep all over the borough in, checking out their favorite hot spots along the way?
Since the borough became a favorite of marketers, of course. If Williamsburg can sell cigarettes, why not the Ford Edge? After all, the kids Read More
You’re just another rebellion-minded young kid with ambitions to be like one of those people you associate yourself with. That’s correct, you want to be a hipster. And where do these hipsters live? Well, you know they live in Williamsburg, in Brooklyn, where the PBR flows like water and irony is the lingua franca. But Read More
Midtown is the new downtown, sez the Post, at least when it comes to nightlife. That’s something The Observer predicted last year, mind you, though now we’re actually calling downtown real the future.
Meanwhile, AM New York is declaring Queens the new Brooklyn. And yet despite it’s best efforts, Read More
on the waterfront
If only we could surf the subways. As yet another near-hurricane batters the city and tries to drown us all on the way to work, we’ve traded our hellishly hot summer for a soggy fall. What The Observer wouldn’t give to be sitting by the beach, chomping on some tacos.
A post today on The Times‘ After Deadline blog examines the paper’s usage of the word “hipster,” which has been blowing up in recent years like it’s your friend’s chillwave band.
The post notes that the O.E.D. dates the slang back to the 1940s (think “angelheaded hipsters“) but notes that Read More