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Greenpoint Street Art Du Jour: R.I.P. On Milton
As I mentioned in the previous post I spent Mother’s Day Sunday by kicking back and taking it easy. Doing nothing is something I am not exactly something I am very adept at. I am by my very nature a restless person and as the day waxed into evening I felt the urge to get out and take a walk. It was on Milton Street across from the American Playground I found this absolutely amazing “urban gravestone”.
Per a woman enjoying her Sunday afternoon nearby (and who asked me if I was the “New York Shitty lady”!) this mural was started on Saturday and completed today. It took only twenty fours hours (if that) to complete this lovely tribute to two loved ones whose lives ended tragically early. Those of you who have the time and inclination really should go to Milton Street between West and Franklin and see this wonderful work of art in person. The above photographs do not do it justice.
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Street Art Du Jour: Little Apples In The Big Apple
This most unexpected find hails from a junction box on Dupont Street just east of Manhattan Avenue. While hardly the most stylish or refined example of street art to be found in the Garden Spot of the Universe these apples brought a smile to my face. I hope they did the same for you!
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Photo Pool: Dreamcatcher
This delightful flight of fancy hails from Ainslie Street and comes courtesy of Mugsniffer who writes:
An industrialized dreamcatcher in Williamsburg.
A brave new dreamcatcher for a brave new world. Great shot!
Miss Heather
Attention All Urban Photographers & Street Art Enthusiasts
If you happen to be on River Street do not take a picture of this.
And sure as hell don’t shutterbug this.
Why, you ask? Because if you do it might result in you (and your husband) being questioned by New York’s Finest as to what you are doing. This is what happened to the Mister and I this evening.
Hello there, we see you’re taking photographs— why?
Miss Heather: I think the shadows and diagonals are visually pleasing.
We saw you take photographs of graffiti back there.
Miss Heather: Yeah, someone spray-painted the word “meat” on the wall and I found it interesting.
Because it’s sort of “beefy”?
Miss Heather: Exactly. I happen to be a vegetarian.
Seeing where this conversation was headed (nowhere good— and soon) the Mister jumped in and after some more “dialoging”, they left us to go about our business. Inasmuch as interfacing with the NYPD can be amicable it was: tense, but polite. Still the experience left me wondering:
Why?
Perhaps these chaps have been instructed to watch photographers— especially those who happen to document “graffiti”? The only logic at work here I can think of is the presumption that when people (such as myself) document this stuff it is going to somehow encourage the people responsible for it to continue their nefarious work (and, in so doing, lower everyone’s “quality of life”). I suppose this is possible. BUT…
it’s been my experience that derelict buildings (of which north Brooklyn has many— such as the one above example which is located around the corner) do more than their fair share of lowering my quality of life.
Nice, eh?
The above can be found on the front door of this Kent Street deadiface. Call me subversive, but I don’t really see how this could possibly be construed as making this building an eyesore. It has achieved that very readily on its own. Rather smashingly, I will add. One piece of street art graffiti isn’t going to make any difference; if anything the above bit of mischief adds some sorely needed “value” to this turd. It certainly makes me smile, anyway.
Speaking of which, a building doesn’t have to be old and decrepit to elicit social commentary, oh, I mean graffiti.
CASE IN POINT: Northside Piers.
Miss Heather
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