The Greenpoint Fall Market is nothing if not photogenic. These photos smell of everything beyond Pumpkin Spice.
The best thing I tried was the Pickled Okra from Brooklyn Whatever.
Crocheted everything (from hats to avocados) vintage jazz from an actual record player! (Did people actually lug them and the records to parties? Even on the subway?)
This room exemplifies everything that Greenpoint is. White Decorator Lights of Wonderlandia, where artists and artisans of their imaginations can sell everything, or at least talk to people who are as excited by the idea.
67 West Street has the best views. The event ran until 7, so I made sure to be there for the sunset.
And the moon.
