Greenpoint Street Seating Watch: 19 Days Later
Filed under: 11222, Feral Furniture, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
It would appear someone has gotten a little rough with our intrepid (and lewd) piece of street seating. One can only imagine what led up to this…
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Inbox: Bye, Bye Beamer
Filed under: 11222, Feral Furniture, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
The above images were shot by Jay Lombard, who writes:
I was driving on mcguinness when I spotted the tow truck with NYPD escort. Our little wayward Beamer buddy from NH got dragged out of Greenpoint in grand fashion! Thanks for calling attention to this hunk o’ junk.
I have a confession to make: I feel a certain sense of loss. I mean, I am happy to see this eyesore being towed but I did find the detritus it was attracting downright fascinating from an anthropological stand-point. My conclusions are as follows:
- Someone in the surrounding environs really likes bananas.
- Someone in the surrounding environs keeps a bag of cat shit handy for such occasions. Or at least this is what I am envisioning/hoping: a Garden Spot Johnny Appleseed of sorts, if you will. But instead of marking his territory with fruit-bearing horticulture he his medium/message of choice is cat shit.
UPDATE, 4:45 p.m.: I just got off the phone with D.I. Hurson of the 94th Precinct. He gave me the skinny on what happened. VERY simply put, the plates placed on this car did not match the registration sticker on the dashboard. Apparently this is a fairly commonplace practice when someone wants to avoid registering cars in our fair state. Anyway, New York State tags and registration are easy to cross-reference at a glance because they will have matching numbers. In this case they had to do some cross-referencing in order to deduce this vehicle was (in all probability) abandoned. So there you go!
Miss Heather
P.S.: For what it is worth, the Banker Street comfy chair is still with us.
Someone has even gone to the trouble to move it so as to conceal the objectionable “language”. Nice.
Greenpoint Street Seating Watch: 12 Days Later
Filed under: 11222, Feral Furniture, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Street Furniture
This morning I noticed via my pal Caryn’s Flickr page that this item was still gracing Banker Street. Having some free time on my hands I decided to swing by personally and see how things were progressing.
As you can see matters are getting desperate.
Miss Heather
Spotted On Lorimer Street: Broken Banana
Filed under: 11222, Feral Furniture, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Urban Artifact
Taken April 3, 2011.
Miss Heather
P.S.: Oh yeah, as of 4:45 this afternoon the “Fuck Me” chair is still on Banker Street— although it appears to have moved up the block a little.
From The New York Shitty Inbox: A Very Special Piece of Street Seating
Filed under: 11222, Advanced Life Forms, BAD ASS, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Street Furniture
Amy (who took the above photograph) tendered nothing in the way of an explanation regarding this delightful item save its location: Banker Street at Wythe Avenue. I suspect I speak for everyone when I write that no more data is necessary: this comfy chair with an itch to scratch pretty much speaks for itself. Anyone care to take it home tonight?
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Street Seating du Jour: Buckle Up!
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Street Furniture
From Banker Street.
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Ender: From Banker Street With Love
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Street Art
Taken February 20, 2011.
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Photo Du Jour: Over Under
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Street Art
From Banker Street.
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Video Du Jour: Hot Roddin’
Filed under: 11222, BAD ASS, Greenpoint Magic, Greenwood Heights, Greenwood Heights Brooklyn
Today I endeavored to walk to Williamsburg and back. Many of the streets I encountered were impassable. A total fucking mess. No worries, on Banker Street I encountered two very enterprising Polish gentlemen who have found a way around this problem. In fact, I’d go so far as to say they took one great big lemon and turned it into a big ol’ vat of lemonade. Behold the Greenpoint glory for yourself!
It is stuff just as this, dear readers, that places the Garden Spot of the Universe head and shoulders about the rest. Take that, Williamsburg! We don’t need buses.
Miss Heather
P.S.: If Mayor Mike is reading this, hire these guys. Yesterday.
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