Greenpoint Photo Du Jour: Manhattan Avenue


Taken October 6, 2015.

Lost At/Around India & Manhattan: Wojtek


As spotted today while running errands. If you have seen this fellow (whose name is pronounced VOY-TEK) please contact his family at the above-listed telephone number (whose last four digits are 3951). He is clearly missed.

New York Shitty Photo Du Jour: A Study In Gray

A Study in Gray nys

Taken December 30, 2014.

From The New York Shitty Inbox: What Happened On Dupont Street


I have had this brought to my attention by a number of people, including a Dupont Street resident who sent me the above photo. She writes on December 29th at 10:11 p.m.:

About 30 minutes ago, Dupont & Manhattan was lit up like a Christmas tree. Ambulances, squad cars, the works. The word on the street is that a young man was stabbed to death. I hope it isn’t true.

Unfortunately, it is true. Per the NYPD via an anonymous tipster:

On Monday, December 29, 2014 at approximately 2037 hours, police responded to a 911 call of a male assaulted at 131 Dupont Street within the confines of the 94th Precinct. Upon arrival, police observed a 37 year-old conscious male with a stab wound to the torso. Upon investigation, it was determined that the victim had a dispute with another male in the vestibule of the location when the victim was stabbed. EMS transported the victim to Bellevue Hospital and he was pronounced DOA. The are no arrests at this time and the investigation is ongoing.

*****UPDATE 12/30/14 LT A*****

The deceased has been identified as:

Truszkowski, Zbigniew
37-year-old male
131 Dupont Street
Brooklyn, NY

You can learn more about what happened by clicking here, here and here.

From The New York Shitty Inbox: Gone, But Not Forgotten


A brave soul we’ll call gothamruins writes:

Miss Heather,

I’m sure you’ve heard of the water tower buffing. Truly sad to see it go. It took many years of talking about it but I got an up close look last year. Feel free to post the attached photo…

I too am sad to see this nugget of Greenpoint glory go. Thanks for the memory, gothamruins. It means a lot. In closing I feel compelled to note I recently acquired this print showcasing the “Wondrous Water Towers of New York City”.


It goes without saying the Garden Spot represents.


Here’s looking at you, kid.



Although the Brooklyn Paper and E.V. Grieve, among others, have given this a shout-out I am going to do so here as well. Please keep your eyes peeled north Brooklynites and East Villagers…

New York Shitty Photo Du Jour: Barclays Center


Taken September 7, 2014.

Long Island City Photos Du Jour: End Of An Era

End Of An Era nys

5Pointz 922014 nys

Taken September 2, 2014.

Southside Photos Du Jour: The “Tipi” Rant

getting ready to barbecue

Today I had the pleasure of showing a buddy of mine, Lisanne, around northern Brooklandia. She’s been quite busy of late kicking ass in her community (“Gowanus”); was kind enough to take me on a tour of her community and I wanted to return the favor. I felt perhaps a walk around Williamsburg would be an interesting juxtaposition to what her community faces. Above all, I wanted to show her what I consider to be one of the supreme grotesques when to comes to developer/community organization “partnerships”. I speak of none other than the Southside teepee tipi.

Havemeyer Park Recliner nys

I have yet to articulate in words how much this thing enrages me. Maybe I’ll get it right this time. I suppose we’ll find out soon enough.

To preface, a little information about myself:

  1. I am not of Native American descent. I am not a spokesperson for the Native American community. However…
  2. my forbears (on my mother’s side) came from Texas. Well, if you want to get “picky” they lived in Texas before Texas was “Texas”. They were European immigrants and they immigrated to Mexico.
  3. They were not “wealthy” people. They lived alongside and in (relative*) harmony with Native Americans and Latinos (NOTE: I am reticent to use the term ‘Mexicans” because back in the day my forebears would also qualify as such. See point #2).
  4. When one is living on the “frontier”, “poor” and as such bereft the amenities we have in this modern age he/she does not have the luxury of being racist— and I assure you racism is a “luxury”. Instead, you pulled together as many collective resources as you could as a community. My grandmother and great aunt had (as they put it) a “Comanche woman” (“political correctness” as we know it was/is a mite bit too much to ask from two women born in 1909 and 1911 respectively) from a neighboring plot of land/”ranch” as a babysitter on occasion. They had fond memories of her.
  5.  When there was a “feud”, as great aunt put it, between this “Comanche” family and another family (non-native American, I recall) they sided with the Comanches. Like I said: racism is a luxury.

I am not Native American. However— and in large part due to my grandmother and her sister— I have been exposed Native Amercian history and culture since pretty much day one. And that’s why this teepee tipi pisses me off so goddamn much.

bbq pit and teepee

After I took this photo a 20-something fellow, the “fire setter”, clad in overalls, bandanna and a straw hat approached me.

Are you Miss Heather of New York Shitty?

he asked.

I answered to the affirmative. He responded as follows:

I’m Ryan, I used to work for GWAPP. We’ve met before.

Instead of tendering my condolences (I am capable of restraint when I want to be) I asked:

What are you doing?

We’re going to have a barbecue.

He replied and added:

We’re using wood because lighter fluid is bad!

“Oh I know” I replied and added:

Please tell that to my neighbors.** They just LOVE lighter fluid. They can’t barbecue for shit. They’d be excellent arsonists if they wanted to be.

Laughter, albeit of the uncomfortable/awkward variety, followed. “Ryan” went about his business and we went in.

southside teepee


Upon seeing this pair of New Balance sneakers outside the “tipi” my companion and I burst into fits of cynical laughter. She noted “NBs” are the footwear of choice among “progressives”.

no shoes in the tipi

No shoes are allowed in the tipi.

people in tipi looking at iphone

But apparently the “tipi” has an open door policy for smart phones.

I do not recall Native Americans having iphones. Hell, I do not recall reading— ANYWHERE— about the Native Americans who once called this land their home having teepees tipis.  This is because they didn’t. Teepees were used by nomadic tribes— generally on the great plains. Teepees were made of buffalo hide. Brooklyn did not have “nomadic tribes” (or buffalo for that matter). There was no need to travel long distances: everything they needed was here.

My travelling companion, Lisanne, put it (more or less— paraphrasing here) very well:

Don’t they see the irony of having a teepee in a neighborhood where a lot of residents (many of whom are Latino and probably “Mestizo”— Ed. Note.) are being forced out?

No they don’t— and that is the problem.


Straight up: If you are going to appropriate Native American culture (which you probably shouldn’t do in the first place), at least make it contextually/historically relevant. New York City is not lacking in Native American history. So why I ask, once again, do we have this teepee? I am guessing it is a “nod” to Native American culture.

The problem with this teepee is— however well intended it may be— is the wrong Native American culture. By erecting this you are doing our predecessors here— and probably giving youths the notion that teepees did in fact exist here— a serious disservice. In fact I’d go so far to say one poorly placed teepee in Williamsburg is actually worse than no acknowledgement of Native American presence at all. Wrong information is worse than no information.

This could have, should have been an opportunity to educate people— newcomers and old timers, young and old— about the Native Americans who once lived here. Instead we have a hang-out wherein one can peruse one’s iphone. No lighter fluid, New Balances or Nikes allowed.

Rather sad, yes?

*For example, one time my grandmother and great aunt’s mother placed pies on a window sill to cool. The “Indians” stole them. My great aunt found her mother’s tristesse quite hilarious.

**Who also, thankfully rarely, host drum circles.

From The New York Shitty Photo Pool: RIP

Taken by Axel Taferner.