Greenpoint
Lorven Pharmacy
Culture on the Cheap
New York Shitty Day Ender: Turn Out The Lights
Filed under: 11222, Bloomblight, Culture War, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
(Or, 239 Banker Street Revisited)
Today on a lark I decided to swing by 239 Banker Street (formerly known as the Sweater Factory Lofts) to see what’s shaking. I was not disappointed.
After I shot the above photograph a gaggle of hipsters took notice and stopped. One of them (who I would presume to be their leader) initiated contact:
I’m guessing you broke that glass because the landlord ripped you off?
I turned around, pointed to the plywood gracing the entrance and replied:
Like I would live in a place like this? I don’t think so.
There was a pregnant pause and then my new friend told me about how the former tenants of this building were ordered out of the building, screwed out of their security deposits and so on and so forth. Although I know of all of this already I listened attentively as he gave me the whole run-down. After he concluded his speech out rolled the corker: he was one of the tenants vacated from this building! There is undoubtedly a life lesson to be had here, dear readers. I will leave it to you to ascertain what it is. But I digress.
When this gent finished his tale of woe I brought it to his attention that he and his neighbors were not the only people Max and his funky bunch owe money to:
(Insert punchline here.)
Miss Heather
P.S.: In (somewhat) related news it would appear that someone has egged the entrance to the Pencil Factory Lofts.
Greenpoint Photos Du Jour: 30 Years Later
Manhattan Avenue, ca. 1980
Manhattan Avenue; March 12, 2010
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Photos Du Jour: The Magic Word
Bushwick, Brooklyn 11237
East Williamsburg, Brooklyn 11206
Greenpoint, Brooklyn 11222
Long Island City, Queens 11101
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Photos Du Jour: Java Street
Filed under: 11222, Advanced Life Forms, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
I don’t know about you but this on-again, off-again drab weather is really getting my goat. If for no other reason because I am holed up in my apartment. And when I am holed up in my apartment I look around, see what a total and utter fucking mess it is and try to clean it up. When I start cleaning I embark upon a journey of discovery which invariably ends in self-recrimination. Last week, for example, I found my college transcripts (I graduated magna cum laude, lest you are wondering) and my MFA diploma stashed under a July 1984 issue of Hustler.
I fully realize this would qualify as “failure” to most people. Thankfully I grade my life on a bell curve. More than anything I am angry at myself I kept that magazine and tossed the Playboy with Barbara Bach in it. But I digress.
This morning I decided to head this cloyingly constructive behavior off at the proverbial pass: I went for a walk. When I reached the end of Java Street I found something rather interesting.
I quickly surmised mere photographs did not adequately convey this objet d’art. So I shot some video footage of it.
As I was about to walk away I noticed the Marlboro man bears an inscription.
I’m Chris (indecipherable).
Stay in school or you’ll be a bike horse man!
So there have you. Stay in school kids, or you might find yourself shackled for all eternity somewhere on Greenpoint’s waterfront. Believe you me when I write this: it ain’t for the feint at heart.
Miss Heather
Greenburg Slide Show Du Jour: Blizzard!
Filed under: 11211, 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
As promised, here is are some highlights of from my sojourn in the snow. It was nice to see kids (of all ages) out having fun. I regret to inform everyone no snow phalluses have been erected in McCarren Park— yet. But hope springs eternal and the day is still young. Enjoy!
And on that note, dear readers, I am off to take a nice HOT bath!
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Street Art Du Jour: !!!
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Street Art
From Java Street.
Miss Heather
On The Waterfront: Calling Dr. Love
One of the things which fascinates me about my fellow homo sapiens is how much time and effort they spend trying to get laid. The number of web sites and matchmaking services dedicated to this endeavor bear testament to this fact. On that note, I am pleased to announce yet another tool in cupid’s quiver: the end of Java Street.
It’s refreshing to see that the removal of that illegal gate has indeed helped my fellow Greenpointers to better enjoy the waterfront! I can only hope when Chico becomes a man he will write a letter of thanks to David Yassky.
Miss Heather
Greenpoint Street Art Du Jour: Blip
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Street Art
From Java Street.
Miss Heather
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