The Word On The Street: Doric
Filed under: 11238, Crown Heights, Crown Heights Brooklyn, Stuff That Makes Miss Heather Happy, The Word On The Street
As taken on Park Place yesterday May 23rd, 2015. Those of you, gentle readers, who are familiar with Greek architecture will understand why I find this amusing. For those who do not: I can only hope there is another apartment building somewhere called the “Corinthian” sporting Ionic columns. As far as “capitals” go, I prefer Carolingian myself.
Urban Fur & Feather: St. Mark’s Avenue
Filed under: 11216, Crown Heights, Crown Heights Brooklyn, Stuff That Makes Miss Heather Happy, Urban Fur
Taken October 17, 2014.
New York Shitty Street Art Du Jour: Bad Bunnies!
Filed under: 11216, Crown Heights, Crown Heights Brooklyn, Street Art, Stuff That Makes Miss Heather Happy
From Lincoln Place.
Quicklink: The Ins & The Outs Of Gentrification
Teaser quote:
…It is important to dispel the myth that gentrification is a natural process, says twenty-two-year-old Crown Heights resident Nick Petrie, “because it so conveniently leaves out very important actors in the process.” Petrie, a community organizer who has lived in the neighborhood since September, is working in his free time to bring awareness to some of these actors—those who push gentrification for profit—through a group he helps administer called the Crown Heights Assembly. The year-old Occupy-inspired organization has a goal of bringing new and longtime residents together to organize against what they see as predatory housing practices. Specifically, the assembly is focused on exposing what they consider to be collusion between deadbeat landlords and real estate companies that do business with them, like MySpace NYC.
Between fifteen and fifty community members generally attend the group’s monthly meetings, and about two hundred people are on their email list, reports another organizer, Ryan Richardson. In November 2012, the assemb(l)y staged a small protest outside MySpace’s Franklin Avenue office, demanding the company provide prospective tenants a legal rent history and compel landlords to stop displacing residents.
At a recent Crown Heights Assembly meeting, Petrie sat beside his upstairs neighbor, Sonja Bent, fifty-two. Both live in an apartment building at 577 St. Johns Place. Petrie pays $1,800. Bent pays $1,033 for the same amount of space.
Petrie, who is white, says he found the apartment through Craigslist. “The first time I learned it was MySpace” representing it, he said, “was when the logos were on the papers.” Within the first month of living in the apartment, Petrie had dealt with rats in the walls, spotty heating and a ceiling that had collapsed four times, due to a water leak in the apartment above his—Sonja Bent’s.
Bent, who has lived in the apartment for eighteen years, is one of three remaining long-term residents who have refused to give in to the pressures to leave by the building’s landlord, Elcorno Martin, whose 142 reported housing violations rank him among Brooklyn’s “50 Worst Landlords,” according to city Public Advocate Bill de Blasio…
This is but a small segment of a very lengthy and, if disquieting at times, thorough article. What has happened (and continues to happen) in north Brooklyn is hardly an anomaly. Read it!
New York Shitty Day Ender: Floramonte
Filed under: 11233, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy Brooklyn, Crown Heights, Crown Heights Brooklyn
From Hull Street.
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Photo du Jour: Planted
Filed under: 11233, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy Brooklyn, Crown Heights, Crown Heights Brooklyn
From Fulton Street.
Miss Heather
Spotted On Nostrand Avenue: For Sale
It should be noted there was another work directly to the left of this one. It was graced with an admonition and read as follows:
NOTICE TO PUBLIC
PLEASE DO NOT CONCLUDE AN OPINION ON THE MURALS HEREUNDER,
UNTIL YOU HAVE OBSERVED ALL THE MURALS IN “MOM’S LIVING ROOM” DOWNSTAIRS IN THE THEATER.
Sadly this store front is shuttered. I really would have liked to see more!
Miss Heather
The Word On The Street, Part II: Nostrand Avenue Free Verse
Today yours truly went on a five hour photo walk/drive with the fabulously talented Chris Arnade. Although I have many treats in store for you, gentle readers, I feel this missive deserves its own post. I realize it is a bit difficult to read so I will transcribe it for you:
My dad is a rat.
Me mother is a roach.
I’m a turd.
So I put my garbage here.
Miss Heather
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