Bay-ee beEEe
LANA DEL REY, "Brooklyn Baby" | Ultraviolence, 2014
Happy Birthday, Mr. President. Except now we’re living in Brooklyn in the 21st century, and the hipsters are everywhere, living off their trust funds and clogging up the once-abandoned streets. What are the ‘70s? Novels as beat poetry? Jazz collections? Hydroponic weed? Her “generation”? Lana’s “baby” flirts with the issues, then soars off into some unseen future. And she doesn’t have to fucking explain it, okay?
