Ha! If you read this blog, you're most likely a hipster in Brooklandia…or you're my mom. Via Refinery 29.
Friends are fighting to save the Domino Sugar factory, slated to be knocked down later this month. Sign the petition to help them protect this authentic and rusty nook, perched on the Williamsburg Waterfront, and help keep some character in this booming hipster enclave.
It’s really pouring in New York today!! After touring the city’s largest wastewater treatment plant at Newtown Creek (you’ve probably noticed the giant metal balls perched on the creek) with the Loomstate office, I’m really glad I missed my 4:30 alarm to head to Rockaway this morning. Did you know after 15 minutes of rain, our sewage treatment plants are at capacity and pour sewage into our waterways?
Yep. For a really good surf, that won’t make you sick, maybe it’s worth checking the surf report and the weather report. Here are some fun and shitty facts I gleaned from the tour…
We are SO excited to get together another Brooklyn Surf Flea! We are pulling together 20+ local businesses who will be selling surf gear and art and donating 10% of sales to Sandy relief efforts! Lagunitas and Cliffton will be providing beverages, plus expect surf films projected throughout the day. Join us at Picture Farm this Sunday for a fun day!! Brought to you by NYC Urchin and Ohlas!
NYC Urchin interviews three free spirits that have embarked on the ultimate road trip, driving in a sea foam green VW bus from Brooklyn to Big Sur…the Impossible Grapefruit Project. Join their adventure @theimpossiblegrapefruitproject
Where are you headed?
The idea was to go from Brooklyn to Big Sur. . . we like the idea that Henry Miller was born and lived in Williamsburg Brooklyn and that he later found solitude and inspiration in Big Sur. The idea of leaving a busy city, and letting everything melt away by the open road. We planned this trip not too far in advance, but long before sandy struck the east coast. I had three bad attempts waiting in line for gas, the last ending in a police officer turning me away. I was walking home after work from uptown to Greenpoint, everything felt tired, cold and overwhelming. After 11 days I was able to get gas and my friends landed the next morning, we hit the road the very next day.
Who are your travel grapefruits?
I can’t think of two radder girls I would prefer to travel with across the country with. Gretchen I met many summers ago when I still lived in Santa Cruz, California. She can hold her own in a line up full of boys and is one of the best girl surfers I know. Without Gretchen we might be in Canada by now, because I’m the kind of kid that gets lost in the super market (still). Becca I went to high school with and makes even the most free spirited person look chained– I told her I wanted to drive across the country and she bought a plane ticket 4 hours later and said she would meet me in Brooklyn (she lives in Portland). She packed an amazing suitcase full of vintage jumpsuits and fringe boots. . . costumes, not clothes!
Vehicle Travel Essentials:
GRETCHEN: a good pair of sunglasses, sassy slip ons, ricecakes, avocado, jamming playlist(Hawaiian music?), a credit card, nanook chapstick
BECCA: costumes/themed attire, 35mm camera, at least 3 books, journal with colored pencils, baby wipes, gold pipe cleaner, pre stamped stationary, honey&banana&tortillas
ANNIE: mood ring, velvet pants, toothpicks, snacks, gopro, fuju INSTAX, temporary tattoos
What are you learning about America?
Everyone loves a mint colored VW Bus! Its totally true. …and that America is really really REALLY big- and when you get in the middle the gas stations are so fancy! Also cheapest gas we spotted was in Mississippi for $2.97!!!! And lastly….that strangers will go out of there way to help you, this has been proven in every state we have stopped at.
What will you do when you arrive?
When we get to Big Sur our cell phones will stop working, the horizon will be endless and we will visit the sacred camping spots we know and dance with the cosmos, and know that anything- even the impossible– is possible. . . and probably swim naked under the stars.