One of the worst things you can publicly call someone today is a fake. The controversy surrounding Beyonce's "singing" of the National Anthem at Obama's inauguration demonstrates the point and shows, according to the Washington Post, "how confused our culture has become over its wobbly standards of authenticity." We are, in a word, obsessed.
It is little wonder, then, that we seek out spaces, food, and clothes that affirm a sense of realness and rootedness. The more alike we become, the thirstier we are for perceived individuality. And in crowded cities, being an individual means being rooted in modern notions of authenticity.
Cases in point can be seen in almost every moderately hip or gentrifying city neighborhood. It is clearly evident in certain parts of Brooklyn. The Brooklyn Flea is in many ways an archetype for the consumption of modern, urban authenticity. The Flea features hundreds of vendors of antique furniture, vintage clothing, and crafts by local artisans. Part of its charm is its curation of things from the past (antiques and vintage clothing) and a hand-crafted and local present.