Journalist Henry Alford embedded himself in North Brooklyn hipster culture and wrote about his experience in the Styles section of the Times. Appropriately, given the state of the borough these days, he stays at the Wythe Hotel (rather than, say, an illegal loft cooperative in Bushwick), gets a shave at Barber and Supply, rides a fixie, and takes a butchering class at 3rd Ward. His conclusion? The kids may be a little precious but they’re all right. “I’d much rather have a young Abe Lincoln serve me his roof-grown mâche than I would have an F. Scott Fitzgerald vomit all over my straw boater,” he said.
How I Became a Hipster [NY Times]