Even in Brooklyn, where the summertime fits are in full swing, Faye Webster stands out. Though freshly 22, the singer more closely resembles a sepia-tinged photo of your grandfather, decked out in loose-fitting trousers, a white button down, and sharp Oxfords, tastefully accented with gold jewelry, brown-lensed sunglasses, and a straw visor. Unlike the Bed-Stuy café we’re sitting in, which is also a wine bar, and whose artwork includes both a poster of different mushroom types and one of a pig suspended in midair next to a regal-looking column, the brand is strong.