Greenpoint
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Culture on the Cheap
Spotted On Nostrand Avenue: For Sale
It should be noted there was another work directly to the left of this one. It was graced with an admonition and read as follows:
NOTICE TO PUBLIC
PLEASE DO NOT CONCLUDE AN OPINION ON THE MURALS HEREUNDER,
UNTIL YOU HAVE OBSERVED ALL THE MURALS IN “MOM’S LIVING ROOM” DOWNSTAIRS IN THE THEATER.
Sadly this store front is shuttered. I really would have liked to see more!
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Fashion Watch: Aubergine
Yours truly almost got hit by a car in her attempt to capture this, some of the finest tresses to grace the Garden Spot. It was totally worth it. Note how her hair matches her hose. Simply magnificent!
Miss Heather
Live From Rosemary’s Greenpoint Tavern: New York’s Bravest!
This morning yours truly got up bright and early. There was work to be done. Among other things I had to drop off a photo for developing, get a shipping container for another photo and drop off yet another photo to a friend who resides on Bedford Avenue. The latter-most task ended up being the highlight of my day. So far, anyway.
This is the vision which awaited me as I arrived at her apartment at 11:15 this morning: a gaggle of New York’s Bravest Cutest engaging in a little St. Paddy’s day merrymaking at Rosemary’s Greenpoint Tavern! Naturally I headed over without delay.
Me (to two of New York’s Bravest): Can I take your picture?
Bravest #1: You aren’t from the Post, are you?
Me: (excised*) NO!
(Bravest #1 and #2 line up to pose for yours truly)
Me: Okay, on the count of three. 1, 2, the Post Sucks!
Bravest #1 & #2: THE POST SUCKS!
This post goes out to the hardworking men and women of fair our city’s Fire Department. Happy St. Paddy’s Day!
Miss Heather
*Rhymes with “duck”.
LAST GASP: Going Your Way?
This find hails from 54th Street in Hell’s Kitchen and comes courtesy of Dale Harris.
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Fashion Watch: Meet Jane & Delores
I have seen this charming (and fabulously stylish) pair of ladies strolling along Manhattan Avenue on a number of occasions. Today, feeling cheeky, I finally got up the nerve to strike up a conversation with them. I’m glad I did. They were awesome!
Me: I hope I am not bothering you, but I have seen you both around quite a bit. And I have to say I really like your sense of style.
Both: (laughing) Really?
Me: Absolutely. (to Jane) Is that a Hello Kitty bag?
Sure enough, it was.
Jane (at left, pointing to Delores): She plays music at one of the local churches. I carry her sheet music for her in this bag.
Me: Well, it’s really cute. I have a pair of Hello Kitty earmuffs. They even have little kitty cat ears on them.
This was met with much approval by this winsome duo. They introduced themselves and while shaking hands I managed to spill tea on myself. Being prepared for such eventualities, Jane gave me a handful napkins from her purse. I thank her and ask if I can take their photograph. I explained that I photograph people in the neighborhood on occasion. Jane clarified that she does not live in Greenpoint (but Delores does!)— and then asks:
Where are you from originally? You are obviously not from around here.
After taking a deep breath I explain:
I am from Texas originally. However, I have lived in Greenpoint for 11 years. This is my home.
After a little discussion amongst themselves they agree. When I am done, I show them the above photograph. Delores tut tuts:
Just look at my hair. It’s flying all over the place.
Me: You look great!
Delores (pointing to Jane): Of course she looks good. She was a fashion model.
Jane: Back when I was eighteen years old! (pointing at Delores) She was a concert pianist.
Me: You both look great.
Jane: Wearing this? After I retired I put most of my clothes away. I never wear them. I’m more interested in being comfortable.
I assured both ladies there is nothing unfashionable whatsoever about being comfortable. Especially when it involves basic black and is paired with classic red lipstick. Some looks are truly timeless.
This post is for you, Jane and Delores. If I have so much as a shred of your style and joie de vivre when I am your age I will consider my life well spent. You are two very classy— and sweet— ladies. Keep making Manhattan Avenue beautiful!
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Photo Pool: Take My Picture!
Chris Arnade writes (about taking the above photograph):
Was in the middle of Pitkan ave early Sunday morning trying to take a picture of a Bodega when this man honked for me.
What an outfit, and what a smile. I only wish I had asked him to pose out of the car.
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Photo Du Jour: McGuinness Boulevard
Filed under: 11222, Advanced Life Forms, BAD ASS, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
A few thoughts/observations about this missive (which I spied this afternoon while walking down the Champs-Élysées of north Brooklyn) and the person who created it:
- This chap is obviously very unhappy at the prospect of having a 200 bed homeless intake center for single men near his home.
- How do I know this, you ask? Well, in addition to the above missive I have met him at one of the Town Hall meetings regarding the aforementioned shelter.
- During our conversation I also learned he was responsible for this, which is just plain awesome.
- This gentleman is 75 maybe 80 years old if a day. In addition, I came away from the previously-mentioned conversation with the distinct impression his politics lean most decidedly to the right. Thus I am rather surprised— and in a very good way, I’ll add— that he knows what Village Voice is, much less be bothered to take a copy home to read or annotate.
I suppose it just goes to show that the Garden Spot— and the people contained therein— still have a few surprises up their respective sleeves! God bless you, Greenpoint Greenpernt!
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Photo Pool: A Splash Of Color
Of the above lass Steven Hazlett writes:
I found this guy today in Chelsea. He claimed to be Lady Gaga’s grandmother… lol yeah, grandmother. He had the greatest aura to him, surrounded by good vibes.
God I love New York.
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Video Du Jour: Hot Roddin’
Filed under: 11222, BAD ASS, Greenpoint Magic, Greenwood Heights, Greenwood Heights Brooklyn
Today I endeavored to walk to Williamsburg and back. Many of the streets I encountered were impassable. A total fucking mess. No worries, on Banker Street I encountered two very enterprising Polish gentlemen who have found a way around this problem. In fact, I’d go so far as to say they took one great big lemon and turned it into a big ol’ vat of lemonade. Behold the Greenpoint glory for yourself!
It is stuff just as this, dear readers, that places the Garden Spot of the Universe head and shoulders about the rest. Take that, Williamsburg! We don’t need buses.
Miss Heather
P.S.: If Mayor Mike is reading this, hire these guys. Yesterday.
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