“People get those Brooklyn goggles,” Patrick McNeil, a Brooklyn painter exiled to the cruel hinterlands of the suburbs remarks in this New York Times piece “Creating Hipsturbia.” “They think it’s the center of the earth.”
Funny that you mention that.
The hipster trend piece paper of record reported exclusively this weekend on “Brooklyn,” an amorphous blob of 2.5 million homogenous citizens, all of whom are currently wearing some sort of hat or pants of one disagreeable fashion or another, knowing those guys.
A yoga studio opened on Main Street that offers lunch-hour vinyasa classes. Nearby is a bicycle store that sells Dutch-style bikes, and a farm-to-table restaurant that sources its edible nasturtiums from its backyard garden.
Across the street is the home-décor shop that purveys monofloral honey produced by nomadic beekeepers in Sicily. And down the street is a retro-chic bakery, where the red-velvet cupcakes are gluten-free and the windows are decorated with bird silhouettes — the universal symbol for “hipsters welcome.”
Only in Brooklyn! Except not in this case, because the tragic Guy de Maupassan twist in this lede is that we’re reading about an entire other place outside of Brooklyn, a suburb of New York, in fact. Call it Hipsturbia, they write in the latest installment of the reverse-engineered trend piece from clever portmanteau genre. Read the rest.