Greenpoint Photo Du Jour: Love On Oak Street

February 6, 2009 ·
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic 


I have no idea who Vasska is, but someone in Greenpoint loves him (or her).

Miss Heather

Williamsburg Photos Du Jour: It’s Britney, Bitch!

February 5, 2009 ·
Filed under: Street Art, Williamsburg 


North 6th Street.


Bedford Avenue.

Miss Heather

Say It Ain’t So: Lux Interior Is Dead

February 4, 2009 ·
Filed under: Area 51 

Lux Interior: R.I.P

My fondest memory of the Cramps has nothing to do whatsoever with the band per se (although I had the pleasure of seeing them live and love their music). It has to do with my father: Pa Heather. Back in the day before i-Tunes I drew up a list of items I would like for Christmas. In my wish list I included (for shits and giggles) “Smell of Female” by the Cramps on compact disc. Being the dutiful dad Pa Heather was (and is) he went to the local music store, asked one of their employees for help finding “Smell of Female” and purchased it. Although my father made it sound like a chore at the time I think he rather enjoyed it.

Thank you Lux for the great music  (A Date With Elvis is in high rotation in this here household), laughs and bringing my (sometimes closeted but subversive nonetheless) family closer together!

Come tomorrow morning I am sticking out my can for the garbage man. Not just out of respect for Lux Interior, but as a married woman I take all the cheap thrills I can get!

Miss Heather

P.S.: Actually I know of another story about the Cramps. My boss Larry da Junkman once shaved the word “Cramps” in his back hair and flashed it at Lux, et. al. at one of their concerts. It apparently made quite the impression as Mr. Interior later mentioned it in a radio show.

Green Street Mama Cat Is MIA!

February 4, 2009 ·
Filed under: Crazy Cat Lady, Greenpoint Magic 


Fliers like this break my heart. Unlike a lot of people who can no longer afford their pets and simply toss them out on the street or dump them at the nearest feral cat colony the person who lost this cat simply didn’t know any better. A popular misconception (which leads to the conception of a lot of kittens) is that nursing cats cannot go into heat. They can and will. And when female cats go into heat they make every effort to escape. That’s what happened here.

If you have seen this lovely momma cat or know of her whereabouts please contact her person at either of the above telephone numbers. Not only is this man heartbroken, he wants to get her spayed before she has any more kittens.


Miss Heather

From The New York Shitty Inbox: Red Dawn

February 4, 2009 ·
Filed under: Area 51 


It would appear that Staten Island Chuck’s bit(e) of direct action earlier this week has spawned its own clothing line. It is called Viva Chuck, it can be found on Cafepress and I learned of it courtesy of a woman who calls herself Lillet Langtry.*


I like the Che angle but for the sake of Dialectical Materialism I have to confess: I wish his little paw was upraised and brandishing an AK-47. This would appeal more to my petit bourgeois capitalist— soon-to-be Lumpenproletariat— sensibilities. In any case there’s at least one red in Staten Island. Who knew?

Then again it was once written that four legs are indeed better than two. But of course sporting a sharp set of choppers doesn’t hurt!

…No question now, what had happened to the faces of the pigs. The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.

— George Orwell

Miss Heather

*Which is a great moniker, by the way!

Greenpoint Photos Du Jour: Stray Cat Strut

February 4, 2009 ·
Filed under: Crazy Cat Lady, Greenpoint Magic 


Unconcerned but not indifferent.*


What are you lookin’ at?


Meet the block Mayor.


Don’t tread on me.


Hello, kitty!

Miss  Heather

*This is the epitaph for one of my favorite artists. Anyone care to guess who it is? Otherwise if you simply MUST know you can click here for the reveal.

Williamsburg Gentrification Watch: It’s Over

February 4, 2009 ·
Filed under: Williamsburg 


Inasmuch as I try to keep out of the is or is not Williamsburg “cool” anymore debate (I do not live there and I am not now nor will I ever be “cool”. I gave up on that a LONG time ago.) I would like to offer my friends to the south this food for thought.



When the guard stationed in a glorified port-o-let at a luxury condominium development on North 3rd Street is a fan of Vice Magazine (the periodical everyone loves to hate— but reads anyway) it might be time to consider moving to Flushing.

That is all.

Miss Heather

DISCLAIMER: This is satire. The proprietress of this blog does indeed read Vice on occasion. What’s more, she enjoys it.

Junk Has Arrived In Greenpoint

February 4, 2009 ·
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic, Williamsburg 


No, I’m not talking about that kind of junk (it made its resurgence in my fair nabe known some time ago).


Rather, Junk, the thrift store located at Driggs Avenue and North 10th Street has opened a new space down on Franklin Street! I spoke with a gentleman working there and he said they officially opened last week and still had a great deal of merchandise to roll out. As of my visit today they had a great deal of affordable furniture for the choosing. This is a good thing given the dearth of furniture options here (no disrespect to Greenpoint Furniture intended). I wish these chaps the best of luck!

Junk II
216 Franklin Street
Brooklyn, New York 11222

HOURS: 9:00 a.m. – 9:00 p.m. daily

Miss Heather

Williamsburg Photo Du Jour: No Parking

February 4, 2009 ·
Filed under: Williamsburg 


From North 6 Street.

Miss Heather

Bushwick Photo Du Jour: The Best

February 4, 2009 ·
Filed under: Bushwick, Williamsburg 

If you’re looking for “the best” look no further: I have found him. Sort of.


His name is “Sam” and I’m guessing he either lives or works near this stop of the B60 bus. There is no indication whatsoever of what Sam is “the best” at (I’ll leave that to your imagination), but whatever it is he must be pretty damned good: his praises are not written on this piece of public property once, but twice.

Is this is a bus driver romance in the making? I certainly hope so. MTA employees need lovin’ too!

Miss Heather