Sunday we filled up some water bottles with wine and went to the Brooklyn Flea Market next to the river in Williamsburg to check out Smorgasbord, advertised as being a gathering of local food stalls. $5 tacos abounded, but I did come across an Asian-inspired hot dog stand that was pretty killer. Without the vast selection the name implied, we ended up spending more time wandering around looking at “vintage” knick-knacks.
Blame the wine, but I seemed to be the only one stoked on the dude grinding out sex bass over cheap synth drums in the 7th Ave. station. For his part, he flipped shit on his only fan. Fuck that guy.
Passive-aggressive prostitution intervention?
The flea market mostly focused on dusty furniture, old toys and random artwork.
$145 for a bootsie J. Lo hat? Williamsburg prices I guess.
One of the few things with a lot of potential were the guys slinging records. There might have been some money to be made there. But either way, The Gambler!
Chubby zebras are always a good thing.
This pony is just amazing.
Heroin addict Tony Montana is not something I’d want hanging in my living room.
We stayed until we ran out of wine. Without the glow of covert chardonnay the flea market just lost its luster. This little monster was cool though.
While I’m a fan of the dick shark, “Wop woop! … Fuck” is pretty great.
Re-upping wine on the side of the street? Why not?
Wandering on, we found a craft fair of sorts in McCarren Park. It was huge and definiely more exciting than the flea market.
Call me crazy but I’d rather check out local artists than overpriced yard sale stuff.
The wine ran out again. We ended up at a bar on a roof somewhere.
It was pretty fun.