For those outside of Bushwick, the perception of what a millionaire is supposed to look like is very different from those who inhabit it. Usually, if you’re at a restaurant and see a man with long, greasy unwashed hair and nondescript clothes that look like they were bought from a mall in Staten Island, you would assume that he was not wealthy.
In Bushwick, however, this aesthetic is telling of a new kind of millionaire: the man who doesn’t know how to use his money but somehow has a shit ton. Whether this money comes from parentally backed ventures, real estate or a simple trust fund/inheritance situation doesn’t matter. It isn’t about why the Bushwick millionaire has the money, it’s just about the fact that he has it.
The latest man (there are no female millionaires, obviously) to join the ranks of the Bushwick millionaires is Quentin Ruffian, a 22-year-old who paid for classes at Brooklyn College, but never went to any of them. He still got his degree though–in what? He’s not sure. That’s what happens when you pay people to be you. Ruffian spends most of his time at the bar at Roberta’s “making deals” on his phone and chatting up local Bushwick sluts. “It’s the true American dream, baby,” he beamed.
Ruffian is just one of about twenty Bushwick millionaires changing the entire concept of what it means (and looks like) to have money. Falling somewhere between Jed Clampett and Donald Trump, guys like Ruffian are, for all intents and purposes, Bushwick Hillbillies just going where Bushwick Daily tells them to.
Written by Genna Rivieccio