New York Shitty Street Art Du Jour: Judith Supine
Taken November 4, 2012.
Williamsburg Photo Du Jour: Weather-Proofed
Filed under: 11211, Stuff That Makes Miss Heather Happy, Urban Artifact, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
From Richardson Street.
New York Shitty Day Ender: No Flowers
From North 6 Street.
Williamsburg Photo Du Jour: Suspended
Taken October 31, 2012.
New York Shitty Street Art Du Jour: Mash-up
From Berry Street.
The Word On The Street: North 12 Street
Taken October 31, 2012.
New York Shitty Day Ender: From North 7 Street With Love
Filed under: 11211, Street Art, Stuff That Makes Miss Heather Happy, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
Taken October 31, 2012.
Urban Fur: The Kids Are Alright
Filed under: 11211, Crazy Cat Lady, Stuff That Makes Miss Heather Happy, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
Anyone who has followed this blog for any appreciable period of time knows yours truly is rather fond of felines. Thus this afternoon— with some trepidation, I’ll add— I ventured forth to see how my favorite feral colony fared the storm.*
Not only was it still intact, but one resident was catching up on some much-needed sunbathing!
*True confession time: all feral colonies are my favorite. However, this one has a certain je nais sais quoi. Methinks the deal-maker is the stuffed tiger.
New York Shitty Street Art Du Jour: Judith Supine
Taken October 31, 2012.
New York Shitty Street Seating Du Jour: Special Post-Sandy Edition
Filed under: 11211, Feral Furniture, Street Furniture, Stuff That Makes Miss Heather Happy, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
As the proliferation of posts probably indicate, today yours truly finally ventured further afield to get a sense of how post-Sandy north Brooklyn was faring. I encountered a number of fallen trees, construction fences and such— but I saw a number of wonderful (and dare I say inspirational) things as well.
Such is the case with this al fresco living room suite with decorative boulder. It exudes a certain Paleolithic (or Post-apocalyptic— take your pick) design sensibility yours truly finds curiously endearing. What’s more, it not only took the worst Mother Nature can dole out but it appears to be relatively unscathed from the experience. I swear I heard the chaise lounge to the left chuckling:
That’s all you had in you bitch? Get the fuck outta of here!
And “outta here” Sandy is. That’s good ol’ New York City attitude for you.
In closing (and to bastardize the inscription on the James Farely Post Office):
Neither snow nor rain nor hurricane nor gloom of night stays north Brooklyn’s feral furniture from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.
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