Somewhere during the last 10 years, Brooklyn’s novelty wore off. It was no longer surprising that a person would run a supper club out of their loft; a BDSM dungeon, on the other hand, or a venue out of a cheese cave, now that was original. Moving further out on the L Train wasn’t out of the ordinary, though your commute would probably be a disaster at some point. The greater concern was that gentrification was rampant and unchecked, and showed no signs of ending. Businesses that embodied the DIY, creative spirit of the “new” Brooklyn disappeared; the old ones that represented the Brooklyn that would never change died, too. For a moment it …