Bushwick Chic: Slick and Simple

Scot Bowman, bartender at Northeast Kingdom. — Photo by Molly Hamilton. Click to see full version.

I’m still new to the neighborhood, apparently have been living under a rock, and had no idea that Northeast Kingdom was…

Bushwick Chic: ‘I Like Free Clothes’

Paul Dally on his Starr Street stoop. — Photo by Molly Hamilton. Click to see full version.

Paul Dally, 21, Artist

I found Mr. Dally smoking a cigarette on the stoop of an apartment near mine, on the…

Bushwick Chic: Latin Class

Siblings Amber and Darrell Vanterpool at the Brooklyn Latin School on Bushwick Avenue. — Photo by Molly Hamilton. Click to see full version.

If you live or work off the Montrose L stop, you’ve seen the throngs of…

Bushwick Chic: Summer’s Swan Song

Sunday felt like the death-rattle of summer, and these two Bushwick ladies, not yet required to cover up with thick coats, were out in their finest bright colors.

Jennifer Catron, 25, Artist & Artist’s Assistant

Ms. Catron was walking…

Bushwick Chic: The Ubiquitous Jeans and T-Shirt

In the spirit of Labor Day, I thought this week I’d give a nod to the prevailing style of the real hardworking people of Bushwick: the ubiquitous, enduring jeans & t-shirt.

Bushwick Chic: Doing All Black Right

Saran in an all-black ensemble on Morgan Avenue. — Photo by Molly Hamilton. Click to see full version.

It’s a sort of chicken-or-the-egg argument; is the all-black outfit considered elegant because it’s so intrinsically New York, or do…

Bushwick Chic: Perennially Hip Classics

Older generations were ingrained with certain truths growing up, such as the merit of neutrals or the importance of a matching belt, and because of this their outfits are usually timeless.

Bushwick Chic: Rhodesia Meets Teddy Roosevelt

I ran into Dylan on Meserole Street; he was walking by a particularly desolate, jungle-like area near the Morgan stop…

Bushwick Chic: ‘I Don’t Know, I Hate Myself’

Perusing the streets on a weekday afternoon, I found Grace just off the Jefferson stop in a July-friendly sheer mini-dress, getting ready to brave the cluttery cave-of-wonders that is the Green Village junk shop on Starr Street.