Lately Williamsburg, Brooklyn, 11211, is becoming quite an usual destination for mainstream movie making. It can be nice, but sometimes it gets a little annoying: closed streets, noise, people attracted to the celeb-factor, and otherwise beautiful bars and coffee shops turn into a catering station for the film industry. What do you think? Good or Bad?
There is an article about Matt Damon in Now Public
Showing posts with label Brooklyn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brooklyn. Show all posts
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Matt Damon on Grand St. 11211
Saturday, August 02, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Roundest, proudest, fiercest, AC-DC shirt wearing womb you’d face at a placid yet hipsteric Williamsburg night while friends and strangers, evaporate red wine slower than the uncertainty that a new life for better or worse will bear witness to this world.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Naila At Sweetwater

Naila At Sweetwater
Originally uploaded by fabian17.
Glenn Glasser did an excellent series at New York Magazine were Naila Ruechel and her friend are featured.
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Sweetwater,
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Friday, July 25, 2008
Kindest yet happily grayest Williamsburg quiet afternoon to wonder around hand in hand temporarily defeating cynicism while experiencing the exciting perspective of a new, shiny, still unspoiled, beginning. But now modeling a bit.
Kindest yet happily grayest Williamsburg quiet afternoon to wonder around hand in hand temporarily defeating cynicism while experiencing the exciting perspective of a new, shiny, still unspoiled, beginning. But now modeling a bit.
Originally uploaded by fabian17.
Originally uploaded by fabian17.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Most interesting combination of a smart French Canadian architect and a home based art gallery just a fly of stairs away from your home on a random weeknight while nobody cared, but we did because those red illuminated thingies are at least amusing.

Most interesting combination of a smart French Canadian architect and a home based art gallery just a fly of stairs away from your home on a random weeknight while nobody cared, but we did because those red illuminated thingies are at least amusing.
Originally uploaded by fabian17.
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Brooklyn,
Installation,
New York,
North 5th,
Williamsburg
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Kindest yet happily greyest Williamsburg quiet afternoon to wonder around hand in hand temporarily defeating cynicism while experiencing the exciting perspective of a new, shiny, yet unspoiled, beginning.

Kindest yet happily grayest Williamsburg quiet afternoon to wonder around hand in hand temporarily defeating cynicism while experiencing the exciting perspective of a new, shiny, still unspoiled, beginning.
Originally uploaded by fabian17.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Most interesting Biohazard Lead Bassist, Oz Actor, nice Jewish guy, with a penchant for ink and skin and overall awesomeness you could ever wish to have as your down the hall neighbor in Williamsburg, circa 2003.

Most interesting Biohazard Lead Bassist, Oz Actor, nice Jewish guy, with a penchant for ink and skin and overall awesomeness you could ever wish to have as your down the hall neighbor in Williamsburg, circa 2003.
Originally uploaded by fabian17.
Evan Seinfeld
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Saturday, July 12, 2008
Most glamorous high heeled, long legged, Louis Vuitton totting, Hustlerish and patriotically skirted gender flexible stunner you may stumble by chance on a 2003 night at the Austin Nichols Warehouse, 184 Kent Ave, Williamsburg, Brooklyn in a pre-condo era

Most glamorous high heeled, long legged, Louis Vuitton totting, Hustlerish and patriotically skirted gender flexible stunner you may stumble by chance on a 2003 night at the Austin Nichols Warehouse, 184 Kent Ave, Williamsburg, Brooklyn in a pre-condo era
Originally uploaded by fabian17.
Best faux fur hat, small pants, glove in pocket, girl jacket wearing hipster neighbor you can meet at Bedford at N7 by Ali’s Deli, coming tired in a crowded L train from Manhattan on a snow day, lets say… January? Yes. The 27th. 2007, Right?
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Best way to territorialize via hipsteric gentrification. Pink boots, once more, repeated, regurgitated, and revisited
Hanging sneakers form a pole or wire it is said to mean dealer in the area, I guess is some type of anthropological territory demarcation among groups or gangs.
Technically speaking this 'sneakers' are not such, if you look closer they are more "stylish boots'. My interpretation of this change or displacement is due to the fact that Williamsburg is a former industrial district which is in the process of a rapid gentrification. Some urban tribe defined as 'hipsters' took over this 'hood. Hence instead of the usual sneakers they hang fashion boots. I feel this is an interesting twist to this tradition.

Best way of territorialize via hipsteric gentrification. Pink boots, once more, repeated, regurgitated, and revisited
Originally uploaded by fabian17.
Technically speaking this 'sneakers' are not such, if you look closer they are more "stylish boots'. My interpretation of this change or displacement is due to the fact that Williamsburg is a former industrial district which is in the process of a rapid gentrification. Some urban tribe defined as 'hipsters' took over this 'hood. Hence instead of the usual sneakers they hang fashion boots. I feel this is an interesting twist to this tradition.

Best way of territorialize via hipsteric gentrification. Pink boots, once more, repeated, regurgitated, and revisited
Originally uploaded by fabian17.
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Thursday, February 07, 2008
Peyes and Chicken

Peyes and Chicken
Originally uploaded by fabian17.
We all choose to represent ourselves in different qand particular ways.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Adorable! The couples at Mermaid Parade
Thursday, January 17, 2008
A beautiful Sunset from Williamsburg Brooklyn

Reflections From the Roof
Originally uploaded by fabian17.
We should never underestimate the power of a good sunset.
Please sit down, you are already there, sitting down looking at the screen, yes I know, you are there, impatient, with your urgent clicks, just relax. for a second. Or two.
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Sunday, May 07, 2006
Greenpoint Warehouse Fire • Not so accidental it seems.
American Manufacturing Company Greenpoint Terminal Market, Brooklyn, New York. It seems it was not so accidental.
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There is a painting by Klee called Angelus Novus. It shows an angel who seems about to move away from something he stares at. His eyes are wide, his mouth is open, his wings are spread. This is how the angel of history must look. His face is turned toward the past. Where a chain of events appears before us, he sees on single catastrophe, which keeps piling wreckage upon wreckage and hurls it at his feet. The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing from Paradise and has got caught in his wings; it is so strong that the angel can no longer close them. This storm drives him irresistibly into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grows toward the sky. What we call progress is this storm.
--from Walter Benjamin 1940 work, "On the Concept of History," Gesammelte Schriften I, 691-704. SuhrkampVerlag. Frankfurt am Main, 1974. Translation: Harry Zohn, from Walter Benjamin, Selected Writings, Vol. 4: 1938-1940 (Cambridge: Harvard University Pres, 2003), 392-93. Sholem's poem on the Klee painting was written for Benjamin's twenty-ninth birthday --
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http://www.wnyc.org/blog/lehrer/archives/000939.html
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There is a painting by Klee called Angelus Novus. It shows an angel who seems about to move away from something he stares at. His eyes are wide, his mouth is open, his wings are spread. This is how the angel of history must look. His face is turned toward the past. Where a chain of events appears before us, he sees on single catastrophe, which keeps piling wreckage upon wreckage and hurls it at his feet. The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing from Paradise and has got caught in his wings; it is so strong that the angel can no longer close them. This storm drives him irresistibly into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grows toward the sky. What we call progress is this storm.
--from Walter Benjamin 1940 work, "On the Concept of History," Gesammelte Schriften I, 691-704. SuhrkampVerlag. Frankfurt am Main, 1974. Translation: Harry Zohn, from Walter Benjamin, Selected Writings, Vol. 4: 1938-1940 (Cambridge: Harvard University Pres, 2003), 392-93. Sholem's poem on the Klee painting was written for Benjamin's twenty-ninth birthday --
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http://www.wnyc.org/blog/lehrer/archives/000939.html

Wednesday, February 22, 2006
White & Blue Argentina State
For the First Time on July 8th 2005, the Empire State Building lit up with the colors of the Argentinean flag, celebrating the July 9th Argentinean Independence Day. This is how it looked to me from a Williamsburg Rooftop
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Tuesday, February 14, 2006
We Are Really Lost Here... and the lights are out...
Sometimes it feels like that here in Williamsburg. Es como sí una vez más no nos cansasemos de retornar a Walter Benjamin y a su nefasto y brillante Angel de Klee, quien mira desesperado las ruinas que el progreso va dejando mientras el viento lo arrastra y sus alas adquieren una cualidad icaresca. Impotente en su inutilidad no queda más que la mirada azorada. But gentrification has its upsides, it shuffles and reshuffles the social fabric in a slow motion coreography of bodies, wealth, poverty and commerce in a never-ending feast of colors and irrelevant sorrows.
Thursday, January 19, 2006
Crossing The Iteration Bridge 1
I don't know why people like this one. It was about MTA strike and me crossing the bridge in the cold. Please explain.
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Brooklyn,
manhattan,
New York,
Williamsburg,
williamsburg bridge
Monday, January 16, 2006
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