Greenpoint
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Culture on the Cheap
From The New York Shitty Photo Pool: Greenpoint Avenue
Filed under: 11222, Crosstown Local, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
Taken by Triborough.
Miss Heather
Urban Fur: Special Crosstown Local Edition
One never knows who— or what— she will meet on the G trains nowadays. So you can imagine my curiosity when I spied something with whiskers and tail out of the corner of my eye. I went over for a closer look.
Me (to child on the left): Is that a gerbil in your hand?
Child on the left: Yes.
Me: What is its name?
Child on the left: Ginger Junior.
Me: What is your name?
Child on the left: Ginger.
Me (to the child on the right): What is your gerbil’s name?
Child on the right: Fishy Junior.
Me: Let me guess, your name is “Fishy”?
And indeed it was! Hey, at least these cute little furry ones weren’t rats. God only knows the G train has a plentiful supply of those already. Perhaps we should hook these guys (or gals) up with Edie?
Miss Heather
Crosstown Local Fashion Watch: Pretty In Pink
Today yours truly went for a photo walk with a good friend of mine: algul siento. Although it was a most enjoyable jaunt it was cold. Bitter cold. However, when we hopped on the G train at Broadway this woman’s fabulous fettle (and attitude to match) warmed us up considerably. After I took the above photograph this most stylish lass said:
Please don’t make me look fat… it’s all skirt!
Inasmuch as I can ascertain— and not that it really matters, mind you— it was.
Miss Heather
Spotted On The Crosstown Local: Backdoor Man
Special thanks/props go out to Dale for spotting this most excellent find (and illustration of what the MTA does it’s G train ridership so very well). Bravo!
Miss Heather
Spotted Waiting For The B62: (Priceless)
Filed under: 10014, 11222, Bum Shit, Crosstown Local, Culture War, Dung of the Day, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Manhattan, New York City, Other Shit, Subway
Contrary to what some might think yours truly exercises some semblance of ethics when photographing people on the street. It is neither my purpose nor my desire to laugh at people. Which brings me to this.
I cannot tell a lie: I had a lot of trouble suppressing a chuckle.
But given the rather, um, copious notices I spied when exiting the Crosstown Local at India Street this afternoon can you blame a man (or woman) for being dazed and confused— or dare I say: possibly a wee bit pissed off— by our mass transit system? This is the real Greenpoint, folks— and don’t you forget it!
Fortunately there are intrepid souls who see fit— quite literally— to cut the crap.
CASE IN POINT: the Spring Street station in SoHo.*
Miss Heather
*Yes, that is a pile of human feces peeking out from under this flier-cum-asswipe.
Crosstown Local Photos Du Jour: To The Dude Peeing On The Metrocard Machine This Morning
Filed under: 11222, Bum Shit, Crosstown Local, Dung of the Day, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
You must have been pretty drunk since you did not seem to notice me. To refresh your memory: I was the woman in the furry jacket waiting to use the Metrocard machine for its intended purpose.
Damn.
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Pay Phone Du Jour: Mum
From the India Street entrance of the Queens-bound Crosstown Local.
Miss Heather
Crosstown Local Photos Du Jour: Happiness
Filed under: 11222, Crosstown Local, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Street Art
From the Queens-bound platform at Greenpoint Avenue.
Miss Heather
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