The neighborhood of Williamsburg Brooklyn is populated by Hasidim, Boricua, Poles and apparently, trust-funded hipsters. I've had plenty of dealings with the first three groups, but that last group I have yet to bump into with any knowing regularity. However, I am assured with absolute certainty that they hide behind shabby clothes with a special brand of thowback sensibility, mixing insidiously into the population, wreaking a sort of havoc with their bottomless filial war chest, fattening a cultural idiocy on a steady diet of earnestly applied irony for our inevitable, universal consumption by a razor-toothed and ravenous secret society of glossy twelve dollar magazines.
It all sounds so terrifying.
6 comments:
"earnestly applied irony" puts it well. you should sell this photo to one of those $12 magazines.
are people really still talking about irony? jeez.
This would work well in a $12 magazine -- on a TOILET!! (Get it, reference to past OK OH post.) -- A committed reader.
fuck the L train
Indeed, the wink was there.
I stand a little enlightened. Last night I met a live williamsburg hipster trust funder. Nice guy.
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