B is for Brooklyn

| April 25, 2014

I grew up in Brooklyn and am overcome by how much it has changed. It is somehow both heartening and horrifying all at once. Growing up there in the 80’s and 90’s, Brooklyn was gritty, dangerous, dirty, rusty, spontaneous, sketchy, edgy, vibrant, entirely unpredictable. It was the definition of eclectic–culturally, aesthetically, architecturally, etc. There was a balance of chaos and warmth that I’ve experienced on trips to New Orleans and India. Now a thick polish of coolness and branding have been grafted on to the streets I remember. Cobble Hill now reminds me of the West Village. Now I see Brooklyn as an old friend who used to be so down to earth, original, and fantastically imperfect– but suddenly got a taste of fame and turned into somebody much more self-conscious and veneered. Someone I don’t quite recognize anymore, but I still love her all the same.