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Urban Artifact, Part II: Love’s Detritus
Another day, another one of those illegal clothing drop-off thingys.* However this is one with a difference!
As you can see gentle readers there’s a little something for everybody.
Presenting the “KYNG”. Do it for the kids!
I apprised the Mister of my find. His response was as follows:
So did you bring some home?
I replied that prophylactics left on the sidewalk struck me as being a dicey proposition. What’s more, it would appear someone else needs them. Meanwhile, a few blocks away…
Now let’s take a look at the curb, shall we?
Sometimes when you get that feeling, you need sexual healing…
P.S.: I quickly ascertained during this stroll along Brooklyn’s 3rd Avenue it is graced with a great many adult establishments. That, however, is the subject of another post. Prepare yourselves.
*For those of you who may be wondering, condoms are not the strangest item I have seen left at these collection boxes. That distinction goes to Nassau Avenue where a pair of pink butt plugs, a pink magic pearl vibrator with a rabbit-shaped cliteral stimulator and scattered Jujubes were spied by my buddy Rachael. Don’t believe me? Click here.
From The New York Shitty Photo Pool: Don’t Go There
Filed under: 10003, East Village, East Village Manhattan, Street Art, Stuff That Makes Miss Heather Happy
Taken and created by Jilly Ballistic.
Sunset Park Photos Du Jour: Mixed Bag
Taken May 5, 2014.
From The New York Shitty Photo Pool: Brooklyn Is Over
Filed under: 10003, 10009, Brooklyn, DUMBO, DUMBO Brooklyn, East Village, East Village Manhattan, Urban Artifact
Taken by Scoboco.
New York Shitty Public Pay Phone, Part II: Hanging On The Telephone
Taken January 17, 2014.
New York Shitty Pay Phone Du Jour: Change You Can Believe In
Filed under: 10009, East Village, East Village Manhattan, Stuff That Makes Miss Heather Happy, The Word On The Street
From Third Avenue.
East Village Pay Phone Watch: Imitation of Mortality
Filed under: 10003, 10009, 11101, 11222, East Village, East Village Manhattan, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Long Island City, Long Island City Queens, Urban Artifact
I have had public pay phones on my mind a great lately.
This is undoubtedly due to the fact that after experiencing a drought of phones of note I have encountered a fair number of them recently. But I will go into more detail about this momentarily.
Still I have been wondering to myself:
Why the fascination?
Well, for starters it has been my observation that these public facilities are often facilitators for what most would consider private activities. I have seen men masturbate in these on occasion and, as the item at right (which hails from Queensboro Plaza) attests, they can be and are pressed into service as lavatories. Mind you, I do not pass judgement on this variety of re-purposing. Being a disciple of depravity to do so strikes me as being hypocritical.
The previous having been established, if I had to cite one such phone as being the inspiration for my fixation it is the one at left: the Norman Avenue Monologue Machine. Sadly, it is no longer with us. (However I am pleased to note that the owners of the bodega it once graced noted a great many people came to pay it homage.). Nonetheless, Monologue Machines are endemic in our city. I have spotted (and documented them) in a number of places (which can be seen here). What fascinates me about them? Very simple: the anger which has been directed at them. Anger undoubtedly fomented by the person on the other end.
In this respect I found the East Village Pay Phone of Death an interesting (and gruesome) change of pace. So much so I felt compelled to revisit it. This week I did.
As you can see this communication device has not only gotten a thorough cleaning, but is in working order. Whether or not the person whose blood graced it in the first place is in a similar such state is anyone’s guess.
On that note, I encountered a pay phone on First Avenue whose resemblance to this dubious item is rather stunning. At least enough so to merit a mention on this site.
The similarities are rather striking (pun completely intended).
Here’s a side-by-side comparison from the top.
Spatter to the right was also noted.
Upon closer examination I ascertained the red matter gracing the First Avenue phone is paint, not blood. This begs a number of questions. I’ll keep it to two:
- What exactly happened here?
- If this an attempt to impart old-school, gritty flavor to a public phone in an increasingly affluent neighborhood without the usual inconveniences (READ: violence)?
I’ll leave it to you, gentle readers, to make the call.
New York Shitty Pay Phone du Jour: Special “Old School” Edition
Filed under: 10009, East Williamsburg, East Williamsburg Brooklyn, Urban Artifact
Those of you who lament that the East Village has lost its “flavor” will undoubtedly find the above-depicted pay phone (which I have named “The East Village Pay Phone of Death” and can be found on Third Avenue*) of especial interest. Follows are some details for your viewing pleasure (or horror— take your pick).
It would appear someone had an accident.
Damn.
*Which is located in front of a brand-spanking new condominium building whose apartments start at $3.6 million a pop! Old school flavor at “1%” prices!
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