Williamburg became a hot nabe largely because most struggling artists couldn’t afford to live in Manhattan anymore, so all the boho types in funny vests and thrift store glasses moved over the bridge to create a relaxed community of creativity and free verse. But now Manhattan rents are falling faster than Donatella Versace’s rack, which means all those bedraggled artists might be able to come back here and live like human beings again!
I’m guessing this will spell an end to Billyburg’s specialness, and I’m actually thrilled about it. As someone who spent his entire early life trying to get out of Brooklyn, I am completely fed up with people screeching, “You have to go to Brooklyn! It’s amazing!”