You aren’t going to sucker Nets rookie Rondae Hollis-Jefferson into shelling out thousands and thousands a month just for a NYC zip code. As the Journal writes, the 20-year-old has called the city’s rents “ridiculous,” and even though he’s earning $1.33 million for his first year with the NBA team, he’d rather have roommates than blow all that cash on an apartment.
- Not quite a people person? Mashable has a list of 15 New York City attractions for people who hate people.
- Meet Brooklyn’s Hasidic hipsters. Refinery 29 put together a video of modern gals who are redefining religious fashion.
- And in other hipster news…Business Insider has a series of maps that show how hipsters have taken over NYC in the last five years.
- The Brooklyn Nets are getting a team-branded Metrocard. More on Brooklyn Eagle.
- Urban Omnibus explores the rise and fall of Manhattan’s density.
Live like a former Nets coach—at least while Jason Kidd is in Milwaukee coaching the Bucks. Kidd’s departure comes after some dicey events involving politicking and power grabbing after just a year on the job. But rather than dumping his Aldyn pad completely in spite, Kidd has decided to rent it out for $20,000 a month. With some serious off the hook amenities, it’s no wonder why this recognized NBA All-Star purchased the Upper West Side apartment in the first place.
My wife and I took the kids to the Barclays Center in early 2013, during the Nets’ inaugural season in Brooklyn. There had been a lot of hype, not only about the Nets but also about the new arena. And there had been a lot of flack about both the Nets and the arena, respectively, as well. But after all the back and forth, over many years, both the stadium and the Nets were part of Brooklyn, and while we had been ambivalent observers during the whole imbroglio, we were anxious to check things out once matters were settled.
The arena impressed. Spacious corridors and lots of polished surfaces. Professional and courteous service. We roamed around each level, sampling food and drinks from some of Brooklyn’s finest eateries and breweries. And, of course, a stop at the gift shop was mandatory for the kids to purchase Nets gear which had become the unofficial uniform of Brooklyn’s youth. By the time we sat down in our seats, we were definitely on board with the whole Nets/Barclays thing. The pregame production turned out to be top notch, too: dancers, acrobats, a DJ named TJ, a knight-of-some-sort who shot t-shirts into the crowd, and a super-stylish MC definitely on point, ratcheting the crowd into a pseudo-frenzy (it was only a mid-season game against Atlanta after all). And when the lights dimmed, and the music loomed, it was on for real: through the loud speakers came a familiar voice, smooth and deep, informed by a trademark flow…