Williamsburg, Brooklyn

The only place in America where everyone tries to be so unique and original and unique, that everyone looks exactly the same.

Their pomade slicked back hair.
Their destroyed designer jeans.
Their cardigans that look like they were stolen from their grandfathers.
Their vests that look like they were stolen from their 8 year old nephew.
Their fedoras.
Their tattoos.
Their expensive Cannons and Nikons.
Their bicycle that they bought from the Spanish guy on Bedford.

It's seriously like a fucking uniform.

So much for originality.