Of all the neighborhoods most likely to sell the noose to hang itself, Bushwick has long shown itself to be the most down candidate (apart from, of course, Williamsburg, which has already long ago exceeded the acceptable point of self-parody). After all, if you can’t benefit from a little bit of meta self-deprecation, how will you ever stay relevant with the few people still interested in staying in and/or moving to Bushwick?
And, much to Zerococks‘ chagrin, a member of the Bushwick Collective has only seen fit to put a spotlight on the death of a neighborhood once slightly less embarrassing to call home. But it’s a vaguely respectful tribute, hopeful even, about the potential for Bushwick’s resurrection–if you choose to see it that way.
As the graffiti artist behind the visual eulogy, Marza Pan, commented, “I wanted to give people the chance to believe that maybe if they pray–clap their hands the way they might for Tinkerbell, so to speak–this town, not so fair like Verona, could be resuscitated. There’s always a chance. If 2016 through 2017 reiterated one cliche made immortal by Ellie Goulding, it’s that anything could happen. In death comes new life.” Well, we’ll see. Meantime, enjoy walking around in the coffin that is these environs.
Written by Genna Rivieccio