Fedders Friday: Eckford Street
Today’s installment of Fedders Friday hails from right here in Greenpoint. Many delights await the intrepid traveler who goes to Eckford Street.
Just north of Greenpoint Avenue one can check out 265.
This is the site of Crater Lake, which as you can see, is looking as inviting as ever.
And just down the street at 257 is this, a true masterwork of the Fedderist style.
Fedders boxes are evident, although the builder seems to have decided against placing one here. I am certain Louis Le Vau, the mastermind behind Versailles would understand this architect’s frustration at this egregious and unsolicited modification of his “vision”. That is, if Fedders boxes existed in the 17th century. Philistines.
Thank goodness no expense was spared regarding the use of cement and iron gates.
In keeping with great palaces, this one employed the use of a muralist. Art, after all, inspires and uplifts the soul. Just as Louis the XIV had Charles Le Brun at his service, the fine folks at 257 Eckford have seen fit to retain “DRIP”.
Yes sir your highness, this is one classy establishment.
A gracious host always see to it that his (or her) guests are entertained. In the era of the Sun King this usually entailed having extensively manicured gardens to stroll through and forests stocked with wild animals for the hunt. In Greenpoint we stick to down hill sledding.
As the buzzers attest there is no shortage of hired help on hand to attend to your every need. In addition, those of you who happen to overindulge at the ball, an amply stocked pissoir has thoughtfully been put in place for your convenience.
Tres magnifique!
Miss Heather
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4 Comments on Fedders Friday: Eckford Street
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Brooklyn Bitch on
Fri, 2nd May 2008 10:44 am
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missheather on
Fri, 2nd May 2008 10:53 am
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rowan on
Fri, 2nd May 2008 2:07 pm
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SouthOfNYC on
Fri, 2nd May 2008 4:04 pm
Crater Lake looks repulsive.
So much so, that I seriously wonder what kind of wildlife is thriving in that cesspool.
It’s at times like these I wish I had actually completed High School Labs.
Maybe, just maybe, if I had, I would have the basic skills required to take a sample from this shit-hole and do scientist-y things.
But, alas, I have not a scientist-y gene in my body.
So, I look, and wonder…
Could you imagine what it must be like to live next door to this? I’d be terrified my house was going to fall into this cesspit.
come warm weather that is going to stink like nobody’s business…or rather, everybody’s business.
It even looks like “pea soup” already.
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