I guess we can thank the filming of the Spiderman franchise reboot for something. The Williamsburg Bridge was lit by massive floodlight rigs last night. Thank god I didnt ride my bike home last night. I didnt have my Chronicles of Riddick sunglasses with me.

Cheryl Stewart of Red Hook, Brookly can finally stop updating her “Where’s Osama Bin Laden?” sign.

As if people in Brooklyn dont have it bad enough with the stereotypes, a new sticker has been popping up all over the place. Subways, signs, and public phones are getting plastered with what is being called the Williamsburg Waldo. So I guess any cartoon that has a stache and some nice fancy shoes must be the “Williamsburg type.” Designer Daniel Savage is the culprit and shouldn’t be confused with the squarer aesthetics of the “The Tailor,” an artist responsible for slapping up adventurous icons on NYC cabs last year. Nice work Dan, I sure do get a kick out of seeing Waldo on subway stops from time to time.

A graffiti writer in Brooklyn offers up some advice to fellow vandals and New Yorkers in general from a Williamsburg rooftop. I see this every morning while Im waiting for the M train at the Marcy stop in Williamsburg, and each and everytime, it reminds me to keep on pushing. Graffiti is a really funny thing. People either complain about it, or embrace it and when it is a inspiring quote or touching picture, it can mean so much more.

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You can take this detailed chart however you want. For some people you will use this as a way of life, and totally transform yourself into the ultimate hipster. Main point, BROOKLYN BROOKLYN BROOKLYN. But for me I am going to use this important guide as a “How To Spot An Asshole”. With all this knowledge I will now know who to immediately make fun of and throw rocks at when they ride past me on their fixed gear bike blasting The Smiths CD on a 1984 boom box.

Joe Camel is trying his hardest to fit in with the Joe Cools of Williamsburg with an ad campaign aimed at hipsters. For the month of January, tobacco giant R.J. Reynolds plans to turn its Camel cigarette packs into an homage to the increasingly trendy neighborhood in Brooklyn. The packs will bear the neighborhood’s name along with pictures of the Williamsburg Bridge, the area’s iconic lofts and silhouettes of musicians. The neighborhood is one of 10 around the country represented in a campaign celebrating the lifestyle of Camel smokers. This might be going a little too far for most of the folks on Bedford Ave, although for them to agree with anything just wouldn’t be their style. The back of the pack reads..

Some call it the most famous hipster neighborhood but its not about being hip. It’s about breaking free. Its about last call, a sloppy kiss goodbye and a solo taunter to a rock show in an abandoned building. Its where a tree grows. Its camel in the Williamsburg corner of Brooklyn

Surprise, the best version of something entitled “black ops” this year isn’t the much ballyhooed game, but an equally sinister and consumable product, Brooklyn Black Ops Beer. The official stance of Brooklyn Brewery is this: Brooklyn Black Ops beer does not exist, and that’s a damn fine way to start a beer. My favorite beer during the winter hands down is Brooklyn Chocolate Stout, so when I saw this I got pretty excited. The Russian Imperial Stout has been covertly brewed, hidden from normal brew operations and prying eyes. First aged 4 months in Bourbon barrels, then bottled flat and allowed to re-ferment with Champagne yeast in bottles, Black Ops delivers a legion of robust flavors: chocolate, coffee, vanilla oak, and strong notes of bourbon. The beer is a decisive victory and as you can see, bottled in an equally winning package. The only catch? Reportedly, only 1,000 cases of the elixir have been brewed and they’re hard as hell to find with a price tag to match. $26 per bottle.

So apparently, Lady Liberty gets struck by lightning 600 times a year. Sa, Sa, Sa, Sixty times a year! (If you didn’t get that Great Outdoors reference never visit our site again!) Here’s her getting banged by a bolt from the god Zeus as captured from Battery Park City. The other day when it was raining like the apocalypse in Brooklyn, I wondered what it would be like to get hit by lightning. Seeing this picture makes me think it probably hurts like a bitch.

Living in Bed Stuy, Brooklyn for the past year has really re-inspired me to take a look at myself and remember what makes me happy. Art. Its something you can do alone, with friends, and for the most part, its free. I’ve seen some things that have left me breathless and walking away thinking, what am I doing. Why am I losing myself in the world of cubicals and reports when this is what makes me tick. Well no more. This boys moving on, starting new, and living life once more. This is part 1 in an ongoing series of some of the most amazing street art that Ive seen. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do. I can only give credit to 2 of these works because the rest are just done to be done. The Joaquin Phoenix is by Shepard Fairey and the You Go Girl is by a writer who has been popping up all over the country the last year or so.

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