Vinny and Jenn’s Extremely Urban Day Out.
There are certain things I just know about myself. My brain doesn’t function past 10 p.m., I’m never going to be a person who hangs up her clothes at the end of the day, and I cannot pull off urban slang without sounding like a complete tool. A few weeks ago a client thanked me “for being so dope” and I just giggled awkwardly and said, “Hey! You’re quite welcome!”.
And yet, I have always been pretty fascinated by urban culture. Some of my favorite spots in NYC are the grittiest, and the juxtaposition of old warehouses and graffitied walls against newer architecture and glossier areas are what truly give the city its charm.
On a drizzly Labor Day, we hopped in the car to nearby Long Island City, Queens to check out 5 Pointz, a huge warehouse completely covered in urban eye candy. It was tight. (See, ridiculous. Told you.)
Amazing, right? If the rumors are true about it being torn down (the outside looks fly, the inside is mostly vacant), it will be very sad for this city.
After we got our fill of graffiti, we headed to Brooklyn to pay the rent at Vinny’s music studio. (The perils of city living–no room in your own apartment to indulge in your hobbies). Around the corner, we stumbled on a free hip-hop concert with the worst sound quality ever. Hey, you get what you pay for. Click here for a soundbite: IMG_0592
I never would have sought out an event like this, but I really enjoyed being there. If you like weed and air horns, this was the definitely the place to be. So when they asked Brooklyn to make some mother-f*ckin’ noise, I gave a little wooooooo. It was delightful.
I had no idea that boots and shorts was the official outfit of the summer, but I might have been the only person with two X chromosomes not wearing that combo. I noted to Vin that it seems like shorts suddenly got much shorter this summer, to which he replied: “They’ve always been that short, Jenn. You’re just getting older.” And then I cried into my open palm.
If I missed the shorty-shorts memo, old man Vin missed the one about camo.
It was fun, but after a while we both had our fill. I began to crave some quiet and a freshly squeezed lemonade, so we took to the streets of Williamsburg. Just before we turned to leave, the MC screamed “Thank you Brooklynnnnnn!” I giggled awkwardly and said, “Hey! You’re quite welcome!”