Audience Participation Time: The Ugliest Building In Brooklyn?

Ever since I posted the good news about the L Haus winning the #1 Ugliest Building in Queens my inbox (and incoming links) have been interesting to say the least.

Laura writes:

…regarding the ugliest building in Queens. Love it.  Let’s do Greenpoint! Here’s my nominee, the one with the bulls eye. On memorial day my grandson was trying to shoot it with spit balls…

The building of which she speaks— 20 Bayard Street— is, unfortunately, located in Williamsburg. But Brooklyn11211 does a pretty good job of eviscerating it for the pile of shit it is. Halden volleyed the first proverbial spitball at this glass house. So to speak.

Now my buddy over in Queens has gotten into the swing of things. One commenter, Timothy, wrote:

There are some nasty McMansions near me that might qualify as Queens Fugliest. I think we should have a real contest!

I agree. We need a real contest. A Brooklyn versus Queens smack-down of fug infamy— or outer-borough barfchitecture. To this end I have created this flickr group and will get the ball rolling  with my nominee: The Luminous.

This colossal pile of crap can be found on Richardson Street, Brooklyn 11222. It is the brain child of Karl Fischer Robert Scarano— who is all too eager to exploit “modification permits” when the mood (and/or money) suits him. The above (and strangely incongruous) brick facade was once a building. As you can see it has been given a new lease on life: the frontispiece and justification for this bigass pile of King’s crap! I for one am very fond of the beam left intact to support the adjacent buildings.

But this half-assed awning (which doesn’t even cover the entire doorway) comes in a close second.

Lovely. As I was taking the above photograph an old-timer painting his garage across the street asked:

Don’t you want to take my picture?

I replied:

Sure. I’d much rather take a photograph of you than that THING across the street.

So I did.

I might end up in the Greenpoint Gazette!

he said. I told him it was a distinct possibility— and that he might become a celebrity. He laughed heartily.

In any case this my inaugural piece of King’s crap to get this bi-borough rumble going.

Hear me, Crappy? Let’s get it on!

Miss Heather