An obnoxious non-story by Alex Williams in the Times’ style section called "Brooklyn’s Fragile Eco System" about Brooklyn and its cache as celebrity magnet.

In that, though, lies a tale of arriviste anxiety. What if
Brooklyn’s recent cachet as the locus for what’s next is little more
than a thin and fragile crust of chic, hiding the insecurity of people
who constantly measure the social currency of their ZIP code by
Manhattan standards?

The number of trendy boutiques, bistros
and music clubs in Brooklyn may have spiked in the last five years, but
its infrastructure of cool still represents only a fraction of that
found in Manhattan. Its new identity is moored to a finite number of
shops, restaurants, luxury condominiums and, yes, celebrities. If even
one leaves, a void is created. Could the borough’s new status vanish as
quickly as it ascended?

In recent years, Brooklyn’s pool of second-tier celebrity mascots (John Turturro, Rosie Perez, Norman Mailer, Steve Buscemi) has swollen and taken on a level of movie-star glamour, thanks to recent home buyers like Jennifer Connelly and her husband, Paul Bettany, Adrian Grenier and Maggie Gyllenhaal and Peter Sarsgaard.