The New Yorker’s iconic Eustace Tilley gets the modern-day Brooklyn treatment, filtered through the borough stereotypes of Williamsburg hipsters, Kent Avenue, food trucks, and bicycles. This version is by 31-year-old Australian Simon Grenier:
Greiner, who moved to the city a year-and-a-half ago following his girlfriend (now wife), subscribed to The New Yorker while still in Sydney. Reading about all that was happening in New York inspired him to move here. He now lives in Brooklyn—indeed, in Park Slope. “This is not me,” he says of his cover, “I certainly move in a world where those people exist—they’re all around me—but they’re not my people. I’ve been identified as a Brooklyn hipster, but I’m sure I’m sort of at the edge of that Venn diagram.” Greiner, who used to have a studio in Williamsburg, has been known to ride his bike around Brooklyn. He has a beard, but adds, “I’ve had a beard for as long as I remember.“ He has no tattoos.
Greiner’s take on his place on Brooklyn’s hipster class sounds a lot like mine. I have a beard, a bicycle, and live in Park Slope, but I’m also on the edge of that Venn diagram. I have no tattoos.