Greenpoint
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Culture on the Cheap
Has Anyone Seen Brooklyn?
The pitbull mix, that is!
This flier hails from Roebling Street and Metropolitan Avenue and is the second furkid named after the Boro of Kings who has gone MIA in as many months! If you have seen this rather formidable (but friendly) dude or know of his whereabouts please contact his owner via the above phone numbers.
Thanks!
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Is For Art Lovers
Every world class city has an art museum. Paris has the Louvre. London has The Victoria & Albert Museum, Moscow has the Pushkin. Our own fair city has the Guggenheim, MOMA, the Whitney and numerous others. I imagine all the previous are nice enough (not that I would know from personal experience: I have not been overseas since I was nine years old), but there’s something about the white walls and museum guards that make me feel less than welcome.
For this reason and many more (as you will see) I am very proud to announce that Greenpoint— yes, the Garden Spot of the Universe— too has its own museum and the co-proprietors will make you feel right at home! Where is this hitherto unknown oasis of culture, you ask?
This Pompidou for the people is located at 61 Greenpoint Avenue (AKA: our very beloved Pencil Factory)! Let’s take a peek inside, shall we?
This installation is what first caught my eye. Immediately after I took the above photograph the co-docents eagerly rushed in to explain to me the purpose/provenance of their collection: it is all stuff they found on the street. Noting my interest on the mummified doll second from the right one of the guys offered to let me have it. I declined, as I felt its absence would diminish the overall je nais sais quoi of this installation.
To my educated eye what these guys have going is a lot more than mere chock a block collection of urban detritus. The real genius lies in how our co-curators (who I presume to be co-managers of the freight elevator) put this show together.
L’il Jon juxtaposed with a mass-produced print of a lion to which someone has added the inscription:
I love animals.
Babes: deconstructed.
After I took the above photograph one of the gentleman pointed out to me that the women in the bottom left hand photograph are drunk. I joked to him that if these lasses weren’t at the time this picture was taken they probably were shortly thereafter. He found this very amusing.
Landscapes, still lives, paint by numbers, abstracts and of course…
another scantily clad woman.
This Paul Richard hangs in the elevator across from…
a woman wearing a head brace and yet more scantily clad women. I imagine at this point the more humorless feminists reading this are getting into a tizzy. No worries, these guys have something for everyone.
These lights were rather nice.
This chicken was hands-down one of my faves. Note the artful placement of two red feathers!
And who in their right mind could object to this portrait of the virgin Mary?
Especially when juxtaposed with the King of Pop, Jesus Juice and Bubbles the Chimp!
They have Piglet, Tigger and Winnie the Pooh too!
I give this collection— which hails from the freight entrance of the Eberhard Faber Pencil Factory and which I have christened the Greenpoint Museum of Art— two enthusiastic thumbs up! Bravo, guys!
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Starter: North 12 Street Tough Love
You know, speaking as someone who has two art degrees (just like this woman) I have very little sympathy for her. This poster reeks of narcissism and entitlement.
But even I have to admit this is pretty damned harsh.
Ouch!
Miss Heather
SCADGate: Post Script
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
The last twenty four hours I have been plagued with what either has to be a cold or one of the nastiest allergy attacks I have experienced in recent years. (We’re talking the variety where you feel like your entire head is going to explode.) Needless to say I have not been in the most chipper mood. That is, until I received the following email from the Ombudsman of the Savannah College of Art & Design, our good friend Trey. He writes:
Heather,
I have seen the latest posting about the Lumet award. It was nice to have a hand in this cooperative effort to return Mr. Lumet’s award. The missing piece is now an address where we can send you some “SCAD booty” as it was noted in the article.
We greatly appreciate the efforts of you and Rebecca in this strange endeavor.
Thanks again
If the thought of free swag was not enough to perk me up I also received word from Rebecca11222 that this rather bizarre series of events has been memorialized for all posterity by having a song written about it. But it’s a lot more than that, as you will see.
Fuck Cats. I’d like to see Andrew Lloyd Webber top this!
Miss Heather
East Williamsburg Photo Du Jour: Convergence
Filed under: Williamsburg
From Grand Street.
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Inbox: The Fun Keeps On Coming At 184 Eagle Street…
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
or would that be the Luxe Guesthouse?
Anonymous writes:
Greetings… I noticed that you covered the “shadiness” that is the development at 184 Eagle St. I am sad to say, I am a resident at 184 Eagle St, and unbelievably I am under a lease. I can tell you first hand that this place is basically a Hostel, and while most original tenants have found a way out of here, I am still trying (with my security/last month intact). Nevertheless, shady things keep happening at the building (the other day a group of girls at the door asked me if the “club” was open today, whatever that means).
Perhaps that D.O.B. complaint I found so amusing is true?
As you can see this was filed February, 5 2009…
and we’re still waiting.
In closing here are some screencaps of Luxe Guesthouse’s and Department of Buildings respective web sites for your amusement.
Since when in the course of requesting a reservation is one’s gender, nature of visit and nationality been relevant to secure a place to hang one’s hat. Oh wait, I forgot, this place is totally illegal!
1/30/09: the Department of Buildings takes note that 184 Eagle Street is a new building without a valid Certificate of Occupancy.
2/27/09: I am tipped off to an illegal hotel/hostel being operated at 184 Eagle Street.
2/28/09: I am tipped off that the powers behind Luxe Guesthouse have been canvassing Greenpoint businesses.
3/19/09: “Caller states there is an illegal apartment on the 5th floor”
3/19/09: the Department of Buildings takes note, once again, that 184 Eagle Street has no valid Certificate of Occupancy.
3/30/09: I beat my head against the wall once again.
4/3/09: The Department of Buildings notes the elevator at “182 Eagle” is not functioning properly. So they issue paperwork to the respondent:
Best Value Inc.
394 McGuiness Blvd. LIC, NY 11222.
Could someone please explain to me the previous timeline of municipal malfeasance? Let’s review:
- We have a building with no certificate of occupancy whatsoever.
- Yet it is inhabited by renters…
- and patrons of an illegal hotel/hostel.
- The Department of Buildings is clearly aware of C of O issue.
- They have cited the owners of this building twice for this offence.
- They have cited the owners of this building for an inoperative elevator.
- Yet the Department of Buildings has yet to figure out what many of us know already: 184 Eagle Street is being run as an illegal hostel/hotel.
Which brings me to this:
A Certificate of Occupancy is used for a number of purposes:
- to establish how a property is to be used, e.g.; residential, commercial, manufacturing, etc.
- it also establishes occupancy, e.g.; how many people can be in said space.
- it is used to determine taxes on landlords.
This building has no Certificate of Occupancy. Luxe Guesthouse, AKA: 184 Eagle Street, will only take cash, money orders, travelers checks and paypal. Can you say tax evasion?
Miss Heather
East Williamsburg Street Seating Du Jour: Scholes Street
I have been despondent at the recent dearth of good street seating to be found in north Brooklyn of late. My theory is this due to the recession. People tightening their belts = less people upgrading to new furniture. Less new furniture = less old furniture to be discarded. You get the idea. The previous having been written I came across a bevy of beauties on Scholes Street today. Enjoy!
Subterranean Naugahyde.
A dalmatian dining chair.
A study in complementary colors.
Mod with aluminum siding.
Yes, I know. This ensemble does not qualify as street furniture per se— but who could resist posting it!
Miss Heather
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