I saw two indie rocker-looking urbanites on 9th street near 6th ave. exchange glances while passing each other on the street this afternoon. It kinda made me giggle, but it also kinda made me sick. The moment had a movie-like whimsy about it. I couldn't contain my laughter. I always find this comical element in strangers leering shamelessly at each other.
I love being an onlooker to shameless ogling.

Deny the existence of Park Slope hipsters how you wish, but they exist. Oh, yes, they most certainly do. You wouldn't know it unless you lived there, though, or in any of the contiguous/nearby areas like Redhook and Carroll Gardens. They're your neighbors, you spot them on F train platforms/in F train cars, making occasional pilgrimages to the territory of their more outlandish siblings of the north via the G line, heading to the local hipster establishments, doing their laundry on hungover sunday mornings (and sometimes maybe catch them eyeing each other at street intersections). They're allllright. Not too intimidating, relatively easy to co-exist with, and on rare occasions, you may be lucky enough to bear witness to their slip-ups, when they fall briefly from their high mighty pedestals of self-involvement, apathy, and unconcerned condition on the account of an intriguing stranger who catches their fancy -- a spectacle indeed.