Last night we went to a Gallery of Elke Reva Sudin's work - "Hipsters and Hassids" in Der Arbiter Ring in Manhattan (The Workmen's Circle - a place that brought up memories of my Grandfather . . . for it was at the Arbiter Ring that he learned Yiddish) - click on the link to see it all . . .
In the words of Elke from her blog:
Hipsters and Hassids are two polar opposite communities that live side by side in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. Hipsters are young, trendy, and artsy while Hassids are religious Jews who follow a specific tradition that they hold to strictly. Even though they look completely different on the outside, Hipsters and Hassids share many difficulties in common on the inside.
Much of the art played on the symmetry or dissonance of the two cultures . . . The Chassidim austere in black, the hipsters colored like flamboyant colors and wild designs - and yet the Chassidic group going as a family or community - the hipsters alone even when they are together - pensively smoking cigarettes. [Enjoy: How to dress like a hipster]
When we came at 10:00 not all the art had been hung up yet . .
They hamburgers, we eat pastrami on rye, they drink Milkshakes (or smoothies or . . .) we drink . . . Doctor Browns?
Unhealthy food unites.
The crowd definitely weighed in on the side of the hipsters. Even the Chassidim there (besides for those that truly stradled both worlds) wanted to be hipsters.
I often wonder if we Lubavitchers really have any class. There's something insincere about the adoption of some of the Hipster culture - How many truly follow the mental waves and vibes of the Yuppies of Parkslope and the Hipsters of Greenpoint . . . and how many in a quest for individuality in our Neo-Chassidic society have opted for another form of ubiquity - being unique . . . like everyone else.
Here's the test for all would be Chassidic Hipsters - if you a Chossid that is Hip or a Hipster that is Hassidic . . . Satmar and the Hipsters fight over the bike lanes in Williamsburg. The Hipster want to bike, the Chassidim don't want to be exposed to the tight-fitting and skimpy dress of the bikers. Legal issues aside . . . who is right?
The classic game of Frogger this time played out as a scantly clad (if not entirely pixelated) hipsters trying to bike across Bedford Ave and it's swarms of angry Satmar Chassidim.
A concert and a Purim Schpiel . . .
After catching up with some of the Jewish Twitterati, looking at the pictures . . . and being unable to find Elke to congratulate her on the work, we left the gallery.
Outside the building, a group of hipsters stood, smoking cigarettes clenched between their thumbs and forefingers and pressed against brightly colored lips . . . taking heavy drags and looking out through deeply mascaraed eyes.
"I don't get it?" one said, Converse All-Star clad left foot pressed against the red bricks of the building. "Is she Chabad or something?"
"No," said the friend.
"So then why are the so many F*cking Lubavitchers here?"
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Sunday, February 14, 2010
Posted by Mottel at 6:50 AM