Filed under: 11206, 11211, East Williamsburg, East Williamsburg Brooklyn, Street Art, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
From Meserole Street.
From Ainslie Street.
From Oak Street & Clifford Place.
From North 8 Street.
From Noble Street.
This most intriguing item found its way to my inbox courtesy of the artist in question: Geralyn Shukwit. She writes (in an email entitled “not all that shitty”):
Join me for an exhibition of work created before the state cared about Williamsburg. Black and White prints of the waterfront, the streets and people of WillyB from 1998-2000.
Opening night party Wednesday October 28th from 6pm until we fall down or all the prints are sold, whichever comes first!
I have to admit: this sounds like a wonderful way to while away what is prognosticated to be a rainy, dreary Wednesday night. Check it out!
East River Stateless Park (an exhibition of photographs by Geralyn Shukwit)
Opening night: Wednesday, October 28, from 6:00 – 9:00 p.m. (until all the prints are sold or everyone falls down)
Brooklyn Ale House
103 Berry Street
Brooklyn, New York 11211
On a related note: if you’re in the area and find yourself craving some musical entertainment (for a good cause) why not swing by NAG’s (Neighbors Allied for Good Growth) “Raise the Roof” benefit concert at Williamsburg’s own Music Hall? You can get the full 411 about this event (They Might Be Giants is slated to be the headliner) by clicking here.
Taken October 27, 2009.
From North 11 Street.
Filed under: 11211, Abjectecture, Area 51, Bloomblight, Culture War, King's Crap, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
Some of you might have noticed that I have a category on this site called “Area 51”. For those of you who are not in the know this is a reference to the mysterious military installation in Nevada. Many theories abound about this establishment but no one really knows what goes on there. But back to the point of this post.
When I awoke this morning my head felt like Keith Moon’s hotel room after a bender. I don’t know why. I’m guessing the weather, not alien abduction, was to blame. I decided to shake the cobwebs out of my mind by taking a little walk around Williamsburg. What I got in return was a colossal mind fuck which could fall under a number of categories. Among them:
- Construction/Destruction Porn
- Culture War
This is the reason I created the category “Area 51”: it is a repository for things that defy easy description. On that note, here they are.
#1 5 Roebling Street
These monolithic slabs of King’s Crap sit atop the space formerly occupied by the now deceased “Giant Fart Cloud Building”. It was at this site that I found two items of interest.
I cannot for the life of me figure what this missive means— much less to whom it is directed. Perhaps the following artifact (which is located approximately 20 feet away) has something to do with it?
Truth be told this gave me the creeps. Big time. Thankfully I got some good mojo shortly thereafter on North 10 Street. Which brings to…
#2 178 North 10 Street
What could I possibly find uplifting on this block, you ask? The first and only use of Feng Shui at a construction site I have ever beheld, that’s what!
A bagua presides over 178 North 10 Street.Â Having some knowledge about such stuff, baguas are usually employed to redirect/deflect bad “chi”. In the case of this block one has to wonder what is the source of said bad vibrations.
Yesterday I shared the good news about 648 Humboldt Street’s Halloween decoration extravaganza. Today I will give equal time to their neighbor (and friendly competitor): 97 Russell Street.
At long last my itch for demonic clowns has been scratched!
Abandon all hope ye who enter here!
NOTE: this butcher knife wielding gentleman is wearing a NYC Department of Corrections ball cap. I found this to be a tremendously amusing touch. When asked by the owner of this house why I found this so entertaining I couldn’t muster a satisfactory answer. I just do.
The headless horseman is on the synthesizer.
Satan himself is twinkling the ivories.
A ghostly quartet provides the chorus.
And a good time was had by all— even the rats got into the act!
I want to give a New York Shitty shout-out of gratitude to the folks at 97 Russell Street for making Halloween a little more fun for all of us. Thanks guys, gals… and ghouls!