Bedfort Avenue in Williamsburg / Brooklyn seems to imitate the other, the "outer" world, which is the OLD EUROPE. Arrived , again, in the nice space of simulacrum and of games.
Everyone attempts to be in a basically different mood than in Manhattan, not just mood, but fashion: style of trashy, confused and "indi"-like something; just beautiful.
You can not see Manhattan's towers, while sitting in a cafe in Williamsburg's Bedfor Avenue and drinking latte and pretending to read Kafka or talking on Sara Palin's stupidity. NO, there are no ghosts, no alligators, no dead "indians", no fashion victims, no seduction and seductives, no glamour, no SCHEIN. Just pure SEIN, coolness, authentecity and GEIST.
Asking the concierge in a Manhattann based hotel about "nice" places in Brooklyn, he asked me back: Brooklyn?? it is really different than Manhattan, you want to go there?
After more than 120 years of anexion of Brooklyn by New York City's rulers, it is still another town, not just a bourough, as they try to convince us.
New York @ October 2008
Vorerst ist NYC ein Traum.
