NY Times City Room had a quick post today about a scene you would most likely only see in Williamsburg. A South Burg resident’s doorman showed her some security footage from behind their building of a Hasidic woman transforming to blend in with the neighborhood:
She rolls all of her black garments into a little black ball, paying surreptitious glances about her surroundings. Underneath her modest black outfit, she’s been wearing a long-sleeved blouse and a pale pink skirt ending just at her knees.
She smooths back the hairs of her wig, securing it into a low ponytail, trades out her closed-toe black shoes for white ones, then takes a moment to compose herself.
Across the street, there’s a popular, hip restaurant full of braless women with wild, windblown hair and glossy red lips. But none of them feel as electrified as this woman now, who walks out from behind the van and leaves the back lot of my building looking like a secular version of herself
I feel bad that this woman’s privacy was invaded, but there is something captivating about her efforts to exist in both of these oh so different Williamsburg worlds. Read the rest at NY Times.