It’s 6:20 p.m on a cool fall evening. The sun is starting to set and just a few beams of light make it through the high-rise that is directly across the street. It blocks the view of the east river from the window, but a glance of the New York City skyline can still be seen if you’re on the right angle.
“I moved here a year ago in September. At the time I was a server at the Brooklyn Flea Market, Smorgasburg. Williamsburg was very different than any other part of Brooklyn, especially this area. It was a little trendier, a younger crowd with a little more money. It was cleaner.”
The coffee table in front of her is littered with rolling papers and raw tobacco. The room smells of stale smoke and empty beer cans. Carson Cachevsky sits down after a long day of work and starts to roll a fresh cigarette for herself. She flicks her thumb, a flame ignites, and she lights her cigarette.
“It was the first time I had ever been out of the house and I wanted to see what it was like across the bridge. It was a personal decision. It was getting out of my parents hair but also just not being in midtown anymore.”
She takes a sip of her beer, a bud light 40 that she got from the bodega across the street. There are still signs of her years spent in Manhattan that she refuses to let go of, no matter where she lives. A Brooklyn heart with a Manhattan mindset.
“I have a very strong connection with my family at home. I just wanted to find a new Manhattan for myself. I was so used to Midtown, it became my perception of New York, and when I moved everything sort of changed. I started to want to learn about new neighborhoods, new communities, and new people”
Moving into another borough has actually made the relationships with her friends a bit more meaningful. Although they may not all live in the same building anymore, they still see each other, enjoy each others company and catch up on anything and everything that’s relevant in their lives. The only thing that has really changed is where they find themselves on a Saturday night.
“The crown Victoria. There’s also the night of joy and northern territory, which just opened up right as I moved into the neighborhood. One of the great things about bars in this area is the rooftop. I don’t have to have a great view of the water and the skyline, because almost everywhere I go there’s a rooftop where you can see it all.”
Two friends now enter the room. Julia a life long friend sits to her left in a zebra print chair. And Demi, another life long friend, takes a seat to her right in a tiger print chair. She sits back on her black leather couch, seemingly the queen of her own little Williamsburg jungle.
“I felt like I fit right in as soon as I moved here. I’ve met a lot of neighbors, and I feel like I can consider them all my friends now. But something I will say is that people here are not as friendly as you would expect. People are really exclusive in this area, so when you’re, lets say, at a bar it’s hard to meet new people. They may be friendly, but they keep to their friends and themselves.”
She gazes out of the window as if her view consisted of the water that hid behind the high rise next door. While in reality she was staring at the east side of the newly built building. She doesn’t need balconies, a penthouse, or views. Williamsburg gives her everything that she needs. The arts, restaurants and rich culture keep her busy and satisfied.
“I regularly attend shows at Cameo, The music Hall of Williamsburg, Output, and Brooklyn Bowl. Brooklyn has better artists, better venues, and better crowd so it’s no surprise that more well known artists are moving their shows to gallery’s and venues out here. Something I think is really great is that a lot of bigger venues are giving smaller bands the opportunities to play bigger shows or open for headliners.”
She blows out her last cloud of smoke and puts the butt out in the ashtray on her side of the table. The term hipster has become a stereotype to residents of Brooklyn over the past decade. If you wear ripped denim, vintage frames or know somebody in a band you’re automatically categorized into the mix.
“I don’t think I’d call myself a hipster, but I know a lot of other people that would. People see the way I dress, they hear about the neighborhood I live in and there’s this automatic label that comes my way. I haven’t really changed. My style is probably the biggest change I’ve seen within myself. I do a lot of shopping at consignment and thrift shops so I’ve picked up on that trend. It makes for a nice afternoon and I work at a flea market so whenever I see something I like I grab it!”
The term was once coined to label someone who was stylish in a way that went against the grain. A rebel, but a rebel with a purpose. An artist who could express their vision on a canvas or by the clothes they wore on their back. It went beyond just the area in which you lived in or if you ate organic foods. That vision has become distorted, to say the least.
“A hipster is a trendy person with a certain attitude. A bit on the grungier side. Anybody can be a hipster. How you live at home, what you do with your daily life, and where you hang out are all different aspects of being a hipster. A lot of people here are considered hipsters because they’re starving artists that are just trying to make their own way as an artist, which is beautiful and awesome.”
Jimi Hendrix, Jean-Michael Basquiat, Woody Allen are all names that at one point in history set the bar for what it meant to truly be a hipster. Their lifestyles and accomplishments gave light to thousands of starving artists working in the dark who would be content with even half of their success.
“They’re not trying to go down the corporate route, which so many others are trying to take. Hipsters act accordingly to their surroundings. They’re not trying to fool anyone, they’re just being themselves”
Williamsburg to Carson means growth, both as an individual and a member of the community. Not only is she finding herself, but she’s also figuring out what it is that she truly wants from her surroundings. Sometimes in life in order to move on one must move out and spread their wings to see where it takes them. Only one short year out of her home in midtown and she is determined to see how far her wings can take her.
“Manhattan will always be my home. But Brooklyn is for sure my new borough”
