When I first moved to the New York City and came upon my first street fair, I was enthralled. Wow. This is amazing. Look at all this food. All this culture. All these people. Amazing! I love New York City! I love everyone! And then I quickly learned that there's one every weekend in the summer all over the city. I quickly went from being a fan to a hater. Goddammit people, move! Ugh, look at all this crappy over priced street food that smells better than it tastes. Look at all this crap for sale. Do I really trust buying a dozen underwear from this guy for 3 bucks?
Then, the other weekend, I experienced my first Brooklyn fair. Well, this was wee bit bigger than the typical street fairs I experienced. It was some big thing for Park Slope, where I live. There was live music and the whole thing stretched for 30 blocks it seemed. All the restaurants on this stretch of 5th Avenue were selling food out front. My love of street fairs was reborn.
Anyway, I took some photos.
A cool puppy with blue eyes.
Pink is the new ice cream-candy truck.
Don't stop git it, git it.
"Next."
Mmm, peppers.
Three of the greatest crime fighters in comic books: Batman, Spidey, and Scooby.
Front row seat.
Living the cover band dream.
Oooh, artsy.