It didn’t take long; Within twenty-four hours of returning to Brooklyn after a three year hiatus, I only had to traverse the length of half a block from south third to south second on Bedford Avenue on a Friday morning to have The Williamsburg Hipster present itself in my route. I do concur, it looks much like a Berlin Hipster – both trend to similar boots, testicle-hugging jeans, hobo coats, stripy gloves and beanies. And of course there’s the Ray-Ban Wayfarers. But what draws the line is the massive caffeinated beverage in the hands of the New York specimen and the animal chained to the end of the leash. Where the Berlin Hipster would have a little chow sniffing about the sidewalk, The Williamsburg Hipster would never suffer such an indecency and ultimately reigns in the bigger game.