Our homes are often a reflection of our relationships and in this edition of Brooklyn Interiors we’ve got a real queer romance and two straight boys in a serious bromance. Both charming apartments are in Prospect Heights and offer a very zen design. Peak inside your neighbor’s homes with another installment of modern apartment porn!
This week of cheer post-Christmas and pre-New Years is always a good time. Hosting friends and toasting away last year’s dead-end jobs or high expectations is always a real pleasure. This is a time when your home is a critical oasis from slushy snow boots, pushy shoppers and honking cars, and making a home in this town is a true task. Getting over the loud streets, the blaring music, or the crazy neighbors leaves making your space a reflection of your own taste a tiring adventure. Some of the queer folks of Brooklyn have a real skill making their spaces true escapes in this crazy town. I was able to get some beautiful shots of these homes thanks to the exceptional work of photographer Michael Popp. Oogle these fabulous interiors after the jump.
On Thursday, I caught up with author, NYU professor and Brooklynite Clay Shirky after a talk he gave at the M Project Gallery in Tribeca. Shirky spoke on the opportunities and challenges presented by the revolution in online communication and social media tools. Afterwards, we talked about how technology has influenced the shifting demographics of Brooklyn.
Brooklyn The Borough is back after a short hiatus, during which we found a new home and, eventually, a new internet connection. Here’s what I learned in my apartment search.
Over the last weekend of the presidential election, the now ubiquitous Shepard Fairey-designed poster of a sacrosanct Barack Obama dotted the windows of shops and homes throughout Brooklyn. At the Gate, in Park Slope, the word “hope” below the senator’s smiling countenance had been amended to Slope.
As a chillier wind sliced through Brooklyn’s popular corridors last Saturday night, it was hard to imagine by the looks of things that anything was wrong with the economy. On North Sixth Street in Williamsburg, young women with Louis Vuitton bags teetered in Manolo Blahniks on the arms of their white-collared dates. Booze coursed through veins as the music at Sea shook passersby with stentorian beats.
But the next day at the sleepy Brooklyn Inn, the 138-year-old Boerum Hill bar frequented by local financial types, The Times’ Sunday business section sat menacingly on the oak bar as Leonard Cohen’s “So Long Marianne” wafted through the air. Two 30-ish JP Morgan employees sat quietly at the bar contemplating the future of the financial industry, fretting a bit about their own jobs.
