An Elm Grows in Brooklyn: Paul Liebrandt Brings His Weirdo Genius to Williamsburg—but Does the Neighborhood Deserve Him?
For centuries, the Williamsburg waterfront was flatland. North into Greenpoint, first there was a forest of firs and Lenapes, then low-slung brick buildings filled with lumber and grunts. Now it’s less flat. Glass-curtain-walled condos rise quickly toward the heavens. Jacks spill from their two-bedroom beanstalks with their rhinoplasty Janes, wearing Toms, taking water taxis to Read More