All you Betabrand-wearing white folks from the other side of the river, begone. Begone, gentrifiers, and take your french press and chocolate lab with you. Shimmy off in your skinny jeans and spend your money elsewhere. Shoo, flies. Shoo! The arabica shall not cross Cesar Chavez Blvd.
Meanwhile, the city is building, at fantastic expense, a modernist bridge literally marrying Boyle Heights to the Arts District, in which no artists reside.
Artist-filled Boyle Heights watches the money bridge approach each day, like manifest destiny…
..and in the advance, seeding the ground before it, the bungalow teardown trend going vertical…Venice East, in motion, and the answer that pops into the heads of the Defenders of Boyle Heights is…no coffee, dammit! No hanging your work in galleries. Yeah. That’ll stop it.