We here at Brooklyn Skeptic totally dropped the ball on not schlocking the shit out of Atlantic Antic last week. Though it’s been in the forefront of my mind for weeks, I didn’t mention it once. Shame on me.
Thankfully, it seems as though most people in Brooklyn were able to attend. I mean, actually. I think every human in Brooklyn was there. Millions.
In case you’re not sure what I’m talking about, Atlantic Antic is an annual street fair that winds its way down ten blocks of Atlantic Avenue. First of all, ten blocks is, like, a lot. Over a mile! Of street fair!
Secondly, it lacks the crappo street fair staples like tapered jeans and pashminas that fell off the backs of trucks. It featured only five or so Mozzarepas stands, as opposed to 67 billion. All of that valuable street fair real estate that’s not filled with bullshit is actually filled with vendors who have stores on the street, good food, information from local community groups (Gowanus Conservancy?), artists, that guy who was selling his self published book at the Book Fair, and many more loved Brooklyn institutions. This means it’s actually fun to walk all the way down it.
Thirdly, there is music. Live bands, drum corps, belly dancing, etc. There seemed to be about one stage per block which had groups performing all day. This is also good and enjoyable.
Fourthly, drinking in public. Totally kosher.
Next year I promise to make a more concerted effort to mention that Atlantic Antic is coming up. I’m sorry I failed you, Brooklyn Skeptic.
All the people in Brooklyn who attended Atlantic Antic