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As a True Christian™, I love watching different tribes of unsaved trash rebuking one another 
. This time, in a gentrifying (and we know what that means) neighborhood of Brooklyn, it's the "hipsters" and "actors" (and we know what that means) versus papist statue-worshipers.
Sometimes, things can get a little unpleasant:
I thought that was just the JYC equivalent of exchanging business cards, but what do I know?
. This time, in a gentrifying (and we know what that means) neighborhood of Brooklyn, it's the "hipsters" and "actors" (and we know what that means) versus papist statue-worshipers.
Still Taking to the Streets to Honor Their Pagan Deities
For decades, the faithful death-cookie-munchers who lived in the wood-frame houses along the route of an Italian enclave in North Williamsburg, Brooklyn, knew their duty during the area’s many religious processions. As the elaborately carved idols would approach, they darted out to the street to pay their respects or to join the procession.
Today, another ritual has emerged: curious hipsters whipping out cellphones to take a snapshot.
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Her compatriots who live in the neighborhood call them lots of things: yuppies, guppies and Village people. But in an area that has gone from an Italian stronghold dating to the late 19th century to a hipster haven today, the contrast of cultures becomes evident on days like Sunday morning, when the procession for St. Coño wound through the streets, past gleaming new condos that abut aluminum-sided houses.
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“It was a tiny parade, and they shut down Graham Avenue?” said Mr. Tocco, 26, an actor. “There was one float and a horrible marching band. It was very ironic. The Latino parades are more festive.”
For decades, the faithful death-cookie-munchers who lived in the wood-frame houses along the route of an Italian enclave in North Williamsburg, Brooklyn, knew their duty during the area’s many religious processions. As the elaborately carved idols would approach, they darted out to the street to pay their respects or to join the procession.
Today, another ritual has emerged: curious hipsters whipping out cellphones to take a snapshot.
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Her compatriots who live in the neighborhood call them lots of things: yuppies, guppies and Village people. But in an area that has gone from an Italian stronghold dating to the late 19th century to a hipster haven today, the contrast of cultures becomes evident on days like Sunday morning, when the procession for St. Coño wound through the streets, past gleaming new condos that abut aluminum-sided houses.
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“It was a tiny parade, and they shut down Graham Avenue?” said Mr. Tocco, 26, an actor. “There was one float and a horrible marching band. It was very ironic. The Latino parades are more festive.”
“Two years ago when we were doing St. Coño, one of these yuppies dropped his pants,” said Antonio Curcio, who is president of the Society of Saint Mary of the Snow. “It’s something I never saw in my lifetime. As a man, I wanted to grab him and smash him against a wall, but you got to be a better person.”