By Robert Anasi
A firsthand account of the speedy transformation of Williamsburg, from manufacturing unit backwater to artists' district to modern hub and high-rise colony
Williamsburg, Brooklyn, is now so synonymous with hipster tradition and the very notion of city revitalization―so famous from Chicago to Cambodia as the playground for the sport of ironized status-seeking and way of life one-upmanship―that it is simple to put out of your mind how quite a few years in the past it was once a truly varied local: a range of factories, suggest streets and ratty residences that the remainder of big apple urban feared and everybody yet artists with nowhere else to move left on my own.
Robert Anasi hasn't forgotten. He moved to a $300-a-month house in Williamsburg in 1994, and watched because the region went via a sequence of surreal alterations: the warehouses grew to become lofts, mystery cocaine bars turned sylized absinthe parlors, barrooms grew to become level units for inde-rock careers and rents rose and rose―until the neighborhood artists came upon that their excellent of private creativity had served the goals of world trade, and that their local now belonged to another individual.
Tight, passionate, and provocative, The final Bohemia is immediately a party of the fever dream of bohemia, a lament for what Williamsburg has turn into and a cautionary story concerning the lurching differences of urban neighborhoods through the United States.