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Bushwick Photo du Jour: Broadway
I am totally bummed out I missed out on this event. The handwritten text at the bottom of this flier reads as follows:
Seminar of monkey brilliance feat(uring) over 12 monkeys @ anytime.
Who the hell can argue with that? Screw cable and digital television, what this country needs is more monkeys!
Miss Heather
Papa B Studios
As I was knocking around Broadway earlier this week I noticed the above store front. My first thought was “Gee, that’s a cool old sign, I hope they don’t cover it up.” My second one was “This looks like an art space.” My curiousity aroused, I went in for a closer look.
That is indeed what Papa B is. I poked around a little (both in person and online) and it struck me as being a rather nifty space— especially for an artist working on a budget. The “Open Studio Membership” costs only $150 a month and includes the following:
- Access to the communal space from 10:00 a.m. – 10:00 p.m. workdays
- A storage locker
- High speed Internet
- Free access to all shows, events and classes and
- Being able to show and sell your work in their gallery space
Many other memberships and services are available. Those who are interested in learning more should Papa B via email at info (at) papabstudios (dot) com or visit their web site.
Rehearsal spaces are also reportedly in the works.
Miss Heather
Bed-Stuy Photo du Jour: Nevermind
Filed under: Bed-Stuy
From Pulaski Street.
Miss Heather
The Boys Of Bed Stuy
Now that the weather is supposedly going to take a turn for the better, I can hardly wait to shake off the recent spate of dreary weather and go out for a walk. Those of you who have the luxury of doing the same this Tuesday morning and want to see one of the most beautiful buildings our borough has to offer should head to 832 Marcy Avenue, better known as the Brooklyn Boys High School.
The above photograph does not do this amazing building justice.
Curious to learn who was behind this beautiful piece of Romanesque revival architecture, I checked out nyc-architecture.com. Here’s what they had to say
The architect James W. Naughton (1840-1898), was the Superintendent of Buildings for Brooklyn and was responsible for all of Brooklyn’s fine school buildings built during his tenure from 1879 until his death. He was the architect for the Girls’ High School (1887) and the Boys’ High School (1891) and P.S. 9, all of which are designated as city landmarks.
It is also interesting to note that Mr. Naughton had a hand in the oldest continuously operating school in all the city of New York. Yes, I am speaking about Greenpoint’s very own P.S. 34*!
But let’s get back to Bed Stuy and look at a few of the faces which grace the Brooklyn Boys School, shall we?
This youngster doesn’t look too happy to be here. I cannot say I really blame him. I (like many other people) hated high school.
Perhaps this chap has something to do with his fellow student’s sullen affect? He looks like a troublemaker to me.
I’m not too sure what’s up with this guy’s eyes, but he is one handsome devil nonetheless.
But the previous are just a few of the wonderful things to be found at the Brooklyn Boy’s School. Why not go there and discover a few more of them for yourself?
Boy’s High School
832 Marcy Avenue
Brooklyn, New York 11216
I personally guarantee you will not be disappointed!
Miss Heather
*Here’s a little Greenpoint secret: when Oakland Street (later to become McGuinness Boulevard) was widened it was done by razing the buildings on the northeastern side of the street. This was done so as to spare P.S. 34 from the wrecking ball.
Bed Stuy Photo du Jour: P.C. Food Center
Filed under: Bed-Stuy
From Bedford Avenue.
Miss Heather
Tickled Pink!
Filed under: Bed-Stuy
I was recently embroiled in a controversy at the local Taco Bell. The source of this conflict was a 40-something suit who wanted to use his credit card to purchase $7.00 worth of food. Since the minimum was $10 (and he was unwilling to go to an ATM) this chap began entreating his fellow patrons to let him buy their lunch with his credit card and pay him back in cash. No one seemed interested in taking him up on this arrangement save me— for three very selfish reasons:
- I wanted some nachos*. BAD.
- I was very hungry and wanted to eat sometime this century.
- I wanted him to SHUT UP.
Therefore, I gladly gave him some bucks and we ordered food. In his gratitude (or perhaps thinking me to be his new friend) he started talking me up.
Man: Do you like that color?
Me: What?
Man (pointing to my lilac colored hair): Your hair and clothes, they match.
Given that I was faced with one of the more idiotic questions I had been posed with in quite awhile (if I didn’t like lilac so much, why the hell would I be clad top to bottom— literally— in it?), I handled it pretty well:
Yes, I like lilac, pink, purple, you name it. I am not afraid of color.
I mention this anecdote because I was tickled pink to discover later this very same day that someone in Bed Stuy also has an affection for this hue.
Or they had a serious surplus of pink paint and a lot of free time on their hands. Take your pick.
Not even the seating was left untouched.
I call this photograph Ode To A Cerisian Urn.
Or should I make that urns?
Yes sir, someone on Quincy Street sure loves them some pink!
A LOT.
Miss Heather
*Yours truly has a weakness for cheese that comes out of a tube.
Fugly On Franklin
Filed under: Bed-Stuy
Being a resident of north Brooklyn, I see a lot of ugly buildings. In terms of new construction most fall into one of two categories:
Once in a blue moon I will happen upon a building that is neither new nor seriously modified. A structure which has been cosmetically augmented in such a manner that all I can do stand before it awestruck mumbling to myself:
What the fuck?
Yesterday on Franklin Avenue I encountered one such an edifice. Words fail to describe what I saw so pictures will have to suffice.
Behold this building at the corner of Madison Street and Franklin Avenue.
Yes that is marble, stucco and blue paneling you are looking at.
Oh my.
Miss Heather
Bad Ass Cab In Bed Stuy
Filed under: Bed-Stuy
One thing I adore about Bedford Stuyvesant is its residents’ affection for customizing their property. This can be as simple as painting flowers on one’s front door or as complex as building a dragster that looks like a coffin. Whatever tickles their fancy, they make it happen. This, dear readers, is what makes this neighborhood such a treasure. Speaking of treasure check out this, the BADDEST CAB to grace the streets of New York Shitty.
I found this old Checker cab on Bedford Avenue. While being a Checker Cab in and of itself is pretty damned neat, this motor vehicle has a number of appointments which make it extra special.
Its grill is sports a wreath.
The front window is festooned with fringe like Cheech and Chong’s ride in Up In Smoke.
One of those light-up waterfall pictures has been placed in the backseat for the passenger’s entertainment.
And last, but hardly least, when the owner of this vehicle is too indisposed to drive, he (or she) has no problem getting home on all fours!
Miss Heather
Bed Stuy Photo du Jour: Springtime Tulips
Filed under: Bed-Stuy
From Hancock Street.
Miss Heather
Bed Stuy Pay Phone du Jour: Calling Dr. Love
Filed under: Bed-Stuy
While there is nothing wrong with this pay phone (which is located on Marcus Garvey Boulevard) per se, I felt its accoutrements were worth noting.
His and hers malt liquor in a bag and a pack of condoms. Magnums no less. All the makings necessary for one very enchanting evening for some lucky lady out there!
Miss Heather
P.S.: On a (somewhat) related note, do give this post by Bitchcakes a read. It is friggin’ hilarious!
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