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FRIDAY: Fashion On Franklin Street
This items comes from via the New York Shitty inbox via one of the inimitable (and fabulous) boys of Alter. Roy writes:
Hey Miss Heather,
Hope you are well. I wanted to a share with you that this Friday, Sept 10th is Fashion’s Night Out. A global outreach to get people excited about shopping produced by Vogue, NYC and the CFDA. Most of the shops on Franklin St are participating and we all have collaborated on promoting the night. I have attached the flyer for it and would love to see if you are interested in featuring it on your site. Each store will have different events going on. Some will have DJ’s, free giveaways, complimentary drinks, discounts etc. (Alter will also be selling the official FNO tee shirt as well as having a photo studio in the shop to shoot all customers who attend and of course champagne) Its going to be fun night on Franklin St. There will be an after party at Veronica People’s Bar as well!
This is the second year for this event and last year was great for all the shops that participated. Only 4 last year, this year 10!
Duly blogged! Show your local indie businesses a little love this upcoming Friday and check this out!
Fashion’s Night Out
September 10, 2010 starting at 6:00 p.m.
Franklin Street (between Milton and Freeman Street)
Brooklyn, New York 11222
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Ender: I Just Want My Neighborhood Back
Filed under: 11222, Culture War, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
BrooklynSerpico comments (in regards to this post):
Anyone finding themselves today saying, “I Just Want My Neighborhood Back”?
http://www.deadline.com/2010/08/mtv-greenlights-pants-drama-pilot/#more-60072
I will not lie to you, dear readers: I have had a long day. On top of the errands I had planned for today (which included dropping off a print for BARC’s upcoming fundraiser— the deadline is tomorrow, by the way) I was awakened by a very unpleasant olfactory sensation. It was not Greenpoint either. Rather, one of our cats had experienced some, um, “distress” and decided to leave it in the bathtub. This, in turn, was inspected thoroughly by one of her fellow felines. Exactly which one, I do not know. But he (she?) managed to step in it and leave poopy paw prints all over our bathroom. Diarrhea is not the way I like to start my day— at least not in my own home, anyway. But I endeavored to persevere. I even got an ice cream to cheer me up. It worked. Then I went home.
When I arrived back in Greenpoint I bought groceries. This is in and of itself not problematic.
Save, of course, when you have to dodge electrical cables, “film people”, minders and various hangers on telling you where you can and cannot walk in your own neighborhood.
Pair the previous with the fact you are carrying groceries (as I was) and it becomes quite rage inducing. This post goes out to the fine folks at MTV and the Mayor’s Office of Film, Theater and Broadcasting. I suspect I speak for a number of my fellow Greenpointers when I write that it would be greatly appreciated if the latter would cut my community a little slack. Some of us actually have to live here.
Regards,
Miss (the woman in the green dress who walked by your camera willfully and deliberately picking her nose with her middle finger) Heather
P.S.: Had I felt more up to the occasion (and had a few buddies in tow) I would have pulled my usual tactic which is shouting en masse (and very enthusiastically):
Do you need any fluffers?!?
It has been my observation nothing creeps out effete film folk more than highly agitated, sweaty 30+ something women offering such “services”.
P.S. #2: As a Greenpointer I find this (which comes courtesy of Jeremiah’s Vanishing New York) grimly amusing. That’s right folks: they recruited Williamsburgers to make Greenpoint look, well, like Williamsburg.
Greenpoint Pot Hole Watch: Big Bertha
Given the inexplicable popularity of last week’s pot hole I present to you this beauty from the intersection of West Street and Huron Street. I have named this amazing specimen “Big Bertha”. I do not think my reasoning for doing so requires explanation. In any case it would appear what the city has failed to do (fill said pot hole) has been accomplished by our local litter bugs. Is that a Gatorade bottle I spy at left?
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Photo Du Jour: Smile!
There is a very good reason this, my very favorite ice cream lady, is smiling. Apparently our very own Corner Frenzy will be featured in the New York Daily News! Mazel tov!
Miss Heather
UPDATE, 1:38 pm.: When I told my ice cream maven I was featuring her today she— and her mother— were excited. She inquired:
How do my boobs look?
I replied:
I don’t honestly remember. I’m not into that kind of thing. It’s a really cute picture, tho. Do you want me to send the Mister down to look at your boobs?
She demurred— but added:
I’ve got the two scoops. Come on down and get ’em!
Indeed.
Urban Fur: ?
This exceptionally friendly fellow hails from Franklin Street. He (she?) seems too friendly and well fed to be a stray. Anyone out there know his (or her) story?
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Ender: ATM Abuse
Filed under: 11222, Advanced Life Forms, Criminal Activity, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
My buddy Larry has a theory about what happens in New York City when the temperature reaches 90 degrees or more for an extended period of time. It goes more or less as follows:
- On the third day people will go absolutely nuts. Expect to see fighting.
- The fourth day will be pretty much be like the third. Stay indoors.
- By the fifth day people get tired and things settle down.
If what I have observed this week is any indication, his theory is spot on. CASE IN POINT: what I spied on Huron Street this afternoon.
Greenpoint’s first documented case of ATM abuse.
It takes a lot of strength (and anger) to do something like this.
Here’s a close up.
Methinks I’ll be staying indoors just a wee bit longer.
Miss Heather
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