Culture on the Cheap
Brooklyn: The Party Is Officially Over
This evening I received a most disturbing email from a reader and frequent commenter, Rexlic. He writes:
Like the hippies who carried a coffin through the streets of Haight-Ashbury in the fall of ’67 to mark the “The Death of the Hippie,” we can now mark the death of NYC, as hipster/huppie/yupster/yunnie/bobo life reaches critical mass outside Manhattan.
What precipitated this ominous statement you ask? Well, in a nutshell, this.
When one finds fliers like this in Crown Heights you know the
fat log lady has indeed sung in our fine borough. Don’t take my word for it: point and click you way over to Trip In Brooklyn and read for yourself. The horror.
Photo Credit: Trip In Brooklyn