I can’t help feeling nostalgic for the Brooklyn I never got to see — the one that existed before Brooklyn was an adjective, an international brand of hip
“He’d fallen out of love with his neighborhood, a place that had become so shiny and new that it no longer felt like a respite from the corporate world. “I didn’t feel guilty about leaving Williamsburg; Williamsburg had already left me.”
I was a gentrifier in Williamsburg. Like the maligned hipsters, I used my parents’ savings to secure a place to live. I wanted grocery stores that carried organic products like Horizon milk for $6 per half-gallon, and overpriced but aesthetically satisfying coffee shops like El Beit. I needed expensive boutiques, otherwise I would have felt bad for having left Manhattan.
— nplusonemag.com/what-was-hipster (via nplusonemag)
In front of Bakeri, which is on a quiet stretch of Wythe Avenue in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. (Photo: Hiroko Masuike for The New York Times)
Iris Cafe, Bakeri and Culture Espresso Bar
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Street Scenes: Jill on Driggs Avenue between North 8th and 9th Streets in Williamsburg
Jill is wearing a hand-sewn dress she bought on eBay and vintage Dingo boots. She’s carrying a bag from Asos, and her favorite stores are Oak and Topshop.
