Tagged: Williamsburg

Sorry angel

Where is the American Gandhi?

Remember when Franklin Graham, Ron Paul, and Steven Seagal locked arms with Mr Putin? (March 2014)

Williamsburg has lost the “It” factor.

Thomas Pikkety’s Capital is the critical hipsters’ top choice so far for book of 2014. I’ll go with Howard Eiland and Michael Jennings’ Walter Benjamin: A Critical Life as a solid second.

There’s no good reason to ship artistic treasures around the world.

Another billionaire speaks (Carlos Slim). A world turns a deaf ear (wisely).

Billburg

Despite appearances, Williamsburg is a bit gritty, looks like East Berlin in the right light. Additionally, houses with vinyl siding give Billburg a working-class feel.

Comparatively, the late 80s was no golden age. Streets of the East Village and Lower East Side were littered with needles and crack vials (in the Bronx, with bullet casings). It was an era of libertine excess. The presence of gentrifiers, who attract police protection, lowered the body count. Now it is hopeless, a desolate high rent district marred by Frank Gehry’s melting monstrosity. Only the art star scene clings to life there.

Williamsburg was a refuge from the universal march of commodification in Manhattan, and still retains its less than posh character despite the influx of trust funders with liberal arts degrees. Unlike the EV/LES, the Billburg hipster scene is low key, understated. Its addictions to free wifi, lattes brewed and poured with artisanal care, and American Spirits are preferable to crack rock and concealed glocks. Not every woman there is a Hannah Horvath.