Photo by Steve Reed

I think it’s funny when hipsters from an earlier generation, many of them among the first to begin moving to places like the East Village in the early 80s, finally make the trip out to that place past Williamsburg they have been hearing so much about. Steve Reed made his trip of discovery this weekend, and aside from his confusing Flushing Avenue with Flatbush Avenue, and expressing the bafflingly common belief that Flushing runs north and south, made some strange observations.

The photo he has posted as representative of Bushwick is very much not. It looks more like Puerto Rico than Nuyorico, with its pristine violet stucco and wood-and-iron door. Where the hell is that?

“Drivers had the salsa music cranked up LOUD. It reminded me so much of Miami.” I hear more salsa in Whole Foods than I do on the streets of Bushwick, where melody-challenged reggaeton rattles my windows and sets off car alarms. I guess he had a lucky visit.

Welcome to Bushwick, Steve — I have a feeling that once you can no longer stomach East Village rent we’ll be seeing you around a lot more.

UPDATE: D’oh! Turns out that the post below the photo wasn’t about the photo. Anyway, enjoy the really pretty building. Sorry if anyone was unduly excited.