Love affair with North Brooklyn. There are outdoor parties in this neighborhood, in a gigantic empty pool. Bands play and beer is for sale. All around you, aging hipsters frolic on a slip n slide or encase their pregnant body in an American Apparel catsuit. Serious looks stroll by– stilettos, tiny cut offs and a beehive ponytail (supposedly an up-and-comer named Amy Winehouse?) Friends abound, sharing Booker’s. Mercedes, Krissie and I met a crew of gents who have a band called Hull.
I am truly lucky.
McCarren Pool
Banker Street, Greenpoint, 2006
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