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Williamsburg Street Art Du Jour: North 7 Street
Amusing enough, next to this assemblage is a sign prohibiting material being left in front of the building.
They never thought to prohibit stuff being left ON said building.
So the learning curve goes in northside Williamsburg.
Miss Heather
Caption This: Found On North 7 Street
Filed under: 11211, Caption This, Culture War, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
When I saw this my jaw dropped. I was literally speechless. This is really saying something since I usually have a lot to say. Some could argue (successfully) that I have too much to say. Not this time. Anyone out there have a caption for this lovely item? If so, please tender them via comments or email at:
missheather (at) thatgreenpointblog (dot) com
I look forward to seeing what you guys and gals cook up. Methinks I’ll offer a prize of a 8″ x 12″ print of the winner’s choice. Get cracking Greenpointers and Williamsburgers!
Miss Heather
UPDATE, January 21, 2010: I am pleased to report I have already received a number of compelling entries! Since I remembered I didn’t give a deadline. Here it is: Monday, January 24, 2010 5:00 p.m. EST.
New York Shitty Day Starter: Aw @#$%
Filed under: 11211, Dog Shit, Dung of the Day, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
From North 7 Street.
Miss Heather
Williamsburg Street Art Du Jour: Courtesy of Your Friendly Neighorhood
From North 7 Street.
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Ender: The Unbearable Blightness of Being
Filed under: 11211, Bloomblight, Culture War, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
As I mentioned previously, the online and offline zeitgeist in north Brooklyn— be it northside, southside or even Greenpoint was on decidedly on the surly side today. I have spent a great deal of my day patiently listening to people complain about one thing or another that pisses them off. Now it is my turn.
218 North 9 Street
I have no idea who inscribed this on the rapidly deteriorating construction fence which graces this site, but he or she hit the nail on the proverbial head. Follows are a few amenities you can find at this property located in the heart of fashionable Williamsburg.
Pockmarked sidewalks and garbage.
LOTS OF GARBAGE.
As the previous photograph indicates, this open air loft has an open door fence policy. Any and all are welcome to come on over, sit a spell and hang their hat.
Or in this case, a coat.
Who wouldn’t want a balcony looking at this?
Or this?
184 North 8 Street
I have written about this site on a number of occasions. They have since sealed off the garage door which had been pried open. With predictable results.
CANT STOP US WELCOME MATE
236 North 7 Street
But Bloomblight isn’t just about derelict lots. Just take this, for example.
The above summons is for a defective sidewalk shed. Somehow the heap of garbage (which includes a suitcase) was overlooked.
And last, but hardly least…
This failed attempt at public safety hails from North 6 Street just west of Wythe Avenue.
Lest I have not made it clear already I strongly believe people respond to the environment around them. This is why I am a big fan of public art— especially in our subway system. Gestures as grand as a mosaic or as simple as keeping public facilities neat and clean send a positive message. The vigilance (or this case, lack thereof) with which our municipal government enforces the laws put in place to preserve our, the citizenry’s, quality of life speaks volumes about their attitude as public servants.
This is unacceptable. No one should have to live with this.
Miss Heather
P.S.: All the above photographs were taken December 14, 2009.
New York Shitty Day Ender: Has Anyone Seen Princess?
I found this flier at the intersection of North 7 Street and Bedford Avenue today. If you have seen Princess or know of her whereabouts please call her people, Ab and Shy, at the above-listed telephone numbers.
Thanks!
Miss Heather
Williamsburg Photo du Jour: Monday Afternoon On Bedford Avenue
As the delay in today’s postage probably indicates, I spent this downright gorgeous day outdoors. Days such as this are— in my humble opinion— best spent pounding the pavement of north Brooklyn, not in front of a computer monitor.
Or, as I learned from Kenneth, donning your best dress, heading to the intersection of North 7 Street and Bedford Avenue to knock back 40s and hand out roses to female passerby. I sat down with Kenneth for a few minutes to hear his story. Here it is.
Kenneth resides in Manhattan but after spending a week in rehab decided to come back to the “old hood” to clear his head and drink beer. I’m not too certain if Williamsburg is the ideal location to do such a thing, but who am I to argue? Kenneth was clearly happy, if a bit soused. He said:
Someone my age, FIVE TWO, should probably be doing something better with his time…
I vehemently disagreed.
After all that awful weather we had the sun is out! Why not spread a little sunshine of your own? I’m out taking a walk and you’re hanging out here handing out roses. Who am I to judge?
I like sitting here. They’ll probably make me move soon. I better buy another beer.
He replied and then proceeded to offer a solitary red rose to on old Polish lady passing by:
Will you marry me?
He exclaimed, much to her disgust. (Yeah, I know it’s wrong but I had to chuckle.) Upon noticing this act earned him a glare from an employee of the N7 Market, Kenneth added:
I LOVE Hispanic men!
This outburst had the desired effect: the employee in question quickly went back into his place of employment. It was then that Kenneth offered me a rose. I declined at first. But he insisted:
I have to buy more anyway.
So I took it, thanked him and went on my way. Thank you, Kenneth. Making your acquaintance made my day!
Your lovely gift now graces my desk. It numbers among my most cherished possessions. I made sure to put it next to Mister Heather’s blood pressure medication so he will notice.
(Hey, I might be married but it’s nice to be reminded I still have “prospects”!)
Miss Heather
UPDATE 6:54, p.m.: as I calculated the Mister arrived home and noticed my gift!
The Mister: Where did the rose come from?
Me: A 52 year old man in a dress on Bedford Avenue gave it to me.
T.M.: That’s good. (Then he wandered off to the kitchen to make a cocktail.)
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