From The New York Shitty Photo Pool: L.A. Deli
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
I have to admit that I am still get wistful when I walk by the “L.A. Deli”. As far as bodegas go I suppose it is okay— but sometimes I’s still prefer to have my old L.A. Ristorante back. Especially their potato croquettes (which were absolutely wonderful). But I am aware that the only thing one can count on in life to be constant is change— and had L.A. Deli not come into being we would not have this wonderful photograph taken by Caryn Rose to enjoy today. Great shot!
Miss Heather
Blizzard 2009: Ice Nine On Green Street
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
I have drafted an email to myself. This missive is set to arrive in my inbox August 2nd and will contain a link to this post. Why, you ask? Very simple: in five short months it will be hot and sticky as hell. It is also very likely my fair burgh (courtesy of our local waste treatment plant) will smell like a homeless person’s ass. I am simply endeavoring to remind myself that it can always be worse. Yikes!
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Back In The Day: Key Food
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
Like a number of lucky people I am whiling away my afternoon in the warm confines of Chez Shitty. To keep myself busy I have been reviewing my stash of snaps of Greenpoint from back in the day and decided to share the above juxtaposition of the intersection of Greenpoint Avenue and McGuinness Boulevard. The top photograph dates from the 1980’s 1970’s. The lower shot was taken yesterday afternoon by yours truly. I think we can all agree that although The Garden Spot of the Universe has experienced a number of changes over the years (many of which have not been very poisitve), the last thirty odd years have been very, very kind to McGuinness Boulevard. You’re only getting better with age Mickey G, here’s looking at you, kid!
Miss Heather
Street Art Photo Du Jour: Back In The Spotlight
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
Not only is the Production Lounge back in the spotlight courtesy of New York’s Finest but it would also appear someone has incorporated it into a rather nifty piece of street art. Nice job Ellis!
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Photo Du Jour: Reincarnation On Manhattan Avenue
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
The reasons I find this advertisement of interest are too numerous to go into here. However, I would like to offer a couple of observations:
- The Yasser Arafat/Ringo Starr pairing is logically flawed by virtue of the fact their life times have overlapped.
- The prospect of learning I was Michael Jackson or Joey Stalin in a previous incarnation is a pretty big incentive for me NOT to want to go through past life regression. Michael Jackson isn’t dead, you say? Look at his career (or the above photograph) and give me a compelling reason to believe he is alive.
- What is it with time travel in this neighborhood of late?
Miss Heather
Reader Contribution Du Jour: Greenpoint In Black & White
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
Yesterday I received an email from a gentleman named Kris. It was entitled “some photos of greenpoint” and its body contained a Flickr link with the following commentary:
nothing particularly interesting… no story, no nothing.
Intrigued, I ventured over to Flickr to see these “not particularly interesting” photographs. The work I discovered was anything but dull; it was quite beautiful. Enough so that I had trouble deciding which photographs to run so I decided to simply embed the whole set below. Enjoy!
If the previous strikes Kris as being nothing special I can only hope he will share some “extraordinary” shots of the Garden Spot with us in the future. Thanks for bring these shots to my attention Kris, they made my day!
Miss Heather
Williamspoint Photos Du Jour: Juxtaposition
From Powers Street, Williamsburg.
From Green Street, Greenpoint.
Miss Heather
More Fun With The Luxe Guesthouse
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
It’s Saturday afternoon and I am pleased to announce that the fun isn’t over yet with Greenpoint’s newest luxury hostel— in fact, it looks like it has just begun. Apparently the Luxe Guesthouse at 184 Eagle Street (as seen above) is only one of three hostels Fizzburg Equity Partners LLC has set up in Greenpoint. And it doesn’t stop there: three more such establishments are in the works. Don’t believe me? Read the following email thoughtfully provided by an anonymous tipster who writes:
Thought you might want to read this, since I saw a posting on your site. I got it a while back from a girl in town who was working with the local businesses to try to get us to hire her firm for PR. We didn’t, but apparently this is her new venture…luxury hostels.
SIX?!?
Miss Heather
P.S.: Be sure to mark your calendars kids; per their Facebook page the Luxe Guesthouse’s Grand Opening is March 15th! For more info on Kisha (and her plan to take over the world) click here.
Lost & Found In Greenpoint
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
Yesterday I was asked by one of the very fabulous folks behind Fucked In Park Slope to contribute to their “Nine Questions” feature. I replied that I would be more than happy to do so. With certain “adjustments” of course.
For example, their first question is:
Describe Park Slope in 5 words.
My answer: It is not for me.
This is not to suggest that this ‘nabe doesn’t have its redeeming qualities. Clearly it does or so many people wouldn’t see fit to use the F train (AKA: G train lite— crappy commute sans the “in-flight entertainment”) to schlep to work every day. Park Slope is visibly pleasing. Park Slope is located adjacent to Prospect Park, which is also visibly pleasing. Is Park Slope a “nicer” place to live than Greenpoint, my home? From a certain view point the answer is “yes”.
But I do not espouse this point of view. What’s more, the effete “mommy culture” (be it smart or otherwise) is to my person what bleach is to ammonia: we shouldn’t mix. This is probably why I live in Greenpoint two blocks away from the largest waste treatment plant on the eastern seaboard.
And then of course there is this.
A dismantled “adult high chair” found on Green Street in front of the Green Oaks Club.
When I took the above photograph I didn’t realize what this was. I merely found it amusing. Later, when Mister Heather came home I got the 411:
The Mister saw Larry Da Junkman on the way to work. Larry was upset because the junk shop received a shipment of infantilism fetish gear* (which he knew yours truly would want to document) but one item was stolen: a super-sized high chair designed for very, VERY naughty men. After putting 2 + 2 together we concluded this had to be the item in question.
I for one really like this shade of pink. My kitchen is colored in this very same hue. The previous tenants painted it that way, I liked it and so I have left it. But alas this one hundred square foot room already sports too much clutter to make the integration of this item plausible. Damn.
Besides, it looks like it has been put to good use already.
Maybe this part of the reason why I live in Greenpoint? Gaggles of mothers with children in tow hosting touchy-feely gatherings at the local coffee shop/bar is not my proverbial cup of tea. Never was, never will be. Whatever “hard-wiring” women are purported to have which makes them want to beget children I did not receive.
This doesn’t make me and better or worse than them: only different. I respect their difference. Up to a point. My stroller friends to the south seem to operate under the presumption they do not live in a city of 8,000,000 plus people. And among previous seven figures are people who would be classified as criminals: those who have the desire to create mischief, those who steal in order to fence and get money; or those who steal out of genuine need (READ: they need a stroller).
The sad reality is if leave your property unattended someone may very well steal it (for any one of the previous reasons). High-end strollers are easy fodder for fencers. Carnation pink high-chairs built for adult consumption not so much. This item was clearly stolen by necessity.
Some gent in the Garden Spot of the Universe was a very, VERY bad boy and in dire need of some “correcting”. This chair was commandeered (for the previous purpose) and put to good use. This is the kind of theft I am am reluctant to malign: if you keep the adults in line the children most certainly will follow.
That’s page #1 of the Greenpoint parenting book for you.
*snap*
Miss Heather
*Like this:
Williamspoint Photos Du Jour: Fire Hydrant Cavalcade
Evergreen Avenue, East Williamsburg/Bushwick.
Powers Street, Williamsburg.
Driggs Avenue, Williamsburg.
Java Street, Greenpoint.
India Street, Greenpoint.
Miss Heather
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