One sign that the Rockaways will maintain its recently attained status as a fashionable destination for hipstery types, even after Hurricane Sandy ravaged the barrier peninsula:
There was nothing around there back then. I mean really, nothing but working factories, mostly textile mills with giant mechanized looms churning out cheap sweaters, amazing late-industrial objects to watch, the noises of which became familiar to us quickly as one was still operating on the other end of our floor.(9)
Isaac Abraham, an Orthodox Jew who mounted a strong bid when he ran for City Council in Williamsburg in 2008, is considering another bid this fall.
Each day, the New York tabloids vie to sell readers at the newsstands on outrageous headlines, dramatic photography, and, occasionally, great reporting. Who is today's winner?
The Walentas family wants to erect a $1.5 billion neighborhood from the remnants of the Domino Sugar factory on the Williamsburg waterfront.
The change in Williamsburg’s demographic, replete with incessant noise complaints from neighbors, left Zebulon with little choice but to close its doors. Employee Patrick Krou explained recently over email,“A Jef [Soubiran] often expressed, ‘Sure, we could change this or that and please everyone, but then we are no longer Zebulon, so we better close.’”(2)
The G and L train tunnels, which just yesterday were still flooded, have now been pumped dry, the M.T.A. announced.
Unlike their counterparts in Staten Island and Rockaway, Williamsburg and Greenpoint residents emerged from Sandy largely unscathed.
Nevertheless, their patience with the city's otherwise widely lauded transit recovery efforts is growing thin.
As director Rick Alverson (The Builder, New Jerusalem) writes in his statement about the film, Swanson and his friends are products of the “progressive American exceptionalism” fostered by places like Williamsburg, and so they become icons of both a geographically and socio-culturally specific “type” and a more general national trend. Aging, bloating, they’ve lived so hedonistically that they’ve pleasured themselves into anhedonia, and so the film seems both thematically and formally suspicious of the wounds, privileges, and politics that pleasure masks.
One man's dream: A $5 M. eco-hacker colony, with farms, stores and 'sleeping pods,' in a busy Brooklyn district
A few months ago, tech guy Sean Auriti noticed a triangular fenced-in parking lot around the corner from the Graham Avenue L stop. Before long, he was sending emails to friends on hackerspace email lists announcing his plan to buy the lot and construct a fully operational hacker ecosystem.(2)
New Kings Democrats, a progressive group in Brooklyn, is going public with accusations of voter fraud they say they documented during the primaries in New York last week.(3)
In Hassidic Williamsburg, "Boss Vito Lopez and Stevey Levin" -- Lincoln Restler's belittling way of referring to the 31-year-old Councilman in the area -- "delivered him 6,000 votes." Restler's fist pounded the wooded banister in front of him as he said this. A woman standing next to me said, despondently, "shit" when she heard this.(1)
On a tour through the neighborhood, Anasi pointed out some landmarks featured in the book, like the enduring Greenpoint Tavern and Veracruz restaurant, as well as the site of the legendary L Café, now Brooklyn Bagelsmith. “This used to be a Mafia restaurant," he said, passing a weathered three-story brick building on Kent Avenue. "But it was hardly ever open for business. A bunch of prostitutes were found dead around here, and the theory was that the owners had them killed.”
For moment, the only thing standing between older and newer residents of Williamsburg was a dumpster.(2)
She’s now telling her own stories, in a new book just out from Two Dollar Radio, titled How To Get Into The Twin Palms. Her deceptively slim debut novel focuses on Anya, a young Polish-born woman living—and attempting to fit in—in a mostly Russian neighborhood in Los Angeles. In many ways Anya wants what most women want: both passion and acceptance. She craves the exclusivity of a nearby nightclub: the Twin Palms. When one of the local bad-boy gangster types starts hanging around outside of her apartment, she sees a way to gain entrance to the club.