Crosstown Local Photo Du Jour: Spellbound
Filed under: 11206, 11211, Crosstown Local, Subway, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
This moment of excellence has been brought to you courtesy of the Queens-bound platform of the G train at Broadway. Given that the Metropolitan Transit Authority cannot master simple bookkeeping, I suppose it should come as no surprise they cannot spell either.*
Miss Heather
*To clarify/reiterate; this tile work is new. Or is it? Apparently this is a source of considerable debate. Richard writes:
Forgotten-NY.com claims this has been there since 1937: But there’s some debate about it:
http://gothamist.com/2009/02/09/subway_typo.php
Apparently the MTA made a makeshift taped-on correction that has disappeared.
Only the best for the Crosstown Local.
Urban Fur: One Up, One Down
This handsome chap is named Bill. As you can see he has taken interest in the king-sized trucker bomb in front of him (which can be found at the intersection of Driggs Avenue and North 8 Street). I can’t honestly say I blame him. Either the author of this item has a bladder fit for the record books or it was a, uh, multilateral effort.
Damn.
Miss Heather
Daily Bloomblight: 114 North 7 Street
Many of you are probably familiar with Sevenberry. It is one of the many edifices designed by north Brooklyn’s good friend Karl Fischer. As its name indicates this condominium is located at the corner of North 7 Street and Berry Street. Pretty clever wordplay if I may so myself— although it should be noted that “Barfeater” (which can be found inscribed in the sidewalk just outside the entrance of this building) does have a certain ring to it. But this post isn’t about Sevenberry or some anonymous person’s culinary proclivities. It is about Sevenberry’s neighbor: 114 North 7 Street.
After I took the above photographs a passerby stopped, surveyed the scene and asked:
How did this happen?
Neglect.
I replied.
Then he proceeded to ask me if I owned this property. I assured him that I did not possess the means to own such a parcel (wish I did— have the money, that is) but if I did it wouldn’t look like this.
He was just as troubled as I was when he noticed the fence in the rear had collapsed as well. Welcome to the “new” Williamsburg.
Who wouldn’t want a patio looking at this crap pile? But cry over spilled milk? Let’s have some fun instead. Anyone care to give this piece of Bloomblight a snappy name (like its neighbor)? If so, you can kick things off via comments.
Miss Heather
Williamsburg Photo Du Jour: Feldman
This portrait of the surviving Corey can be found on Skillman Avenue.
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