I have drafted an email to myself. This missive is set to arrive in my inbox August 2nd and will contain a link to this post. Why, you ask? Very simple: in five short months it will be hot and sticky as hell. It is also very likely my fair burgh (courtesy of our local waste treatment plant) will smell like a homeless person’s ass. I am simply endeavoring to remind myself that it can always be worse. Yikes!
From McGuinness Boulevard.
Like a number of lucky people I am whiling away my afternoon in the warm confines of Chez Shitty. To keep myself busy I have been reviewing my stash of snaps of Greenpoint from back in the day and decided to share the above juxtaposition of the intersection of Greenpoint Avenue and McGuinness Boulevard. The top photograph dates from the 1980’s 1970’s. The lower shot was taken yesterday afternoon by yours truly. I think we can all agree that although The Garden Spot of the Universe has experienced a number of changes over the years (many of which have not been very poisitve), the last thirty odd years have been very, very kind to McGuinness Boulevard. You’re only getting better with age Mickey G, here’s looking at you, kid!
Filed under: Williamsburg
Yesterday I was busy doing what I imagine a number of my fellow New Yorkers were actively in engaged in doing: purchasing groceries and essentials before the big snowstorm hit. One stop on my itinerary was the Gem Super Value Store on Grand Street to purchase some boxer shorts.
Upon entering I noticed a most curious sign in this day and age of recession.A missive of “we are not going out of business” variety. Wanting to know what required its creation I took the matter up with the cashier. She was more than happy to give me the scoop.
Apparently their establishment’s decision to do some remodelling has been a source of confusion to the community. A number of customers have approached the staff concerned that the store— a loved place to purchase housewares— was going to close. In addition a number of real estate agents have made inquiries for their own nefarious purpose: drumming up a little business. So it was decided a sign was in order to clear up any confusion as to what is going on at 695 Grand Street.
The Gem Store at 695 Grand Street is not— REPEAT— NOT going out of business. East Williamburgers your beloved housewares connection is safe and sound. What’s more, they are doing quite well. And as for all you real estate agents who have been pestering the staff: there’s plenty of recession-induced misery to go around. Just not here. Enough already.
Super Gem Discount Store
695 Grand Street
Brooklyn, New York 11211
Filed under: Williamsburg
From North 6th Street.
(AKA: Behind The Beige Door)
Lost among the recent drama in Greenpoint is something that has been nagging at me for some time. Specifically: is the perv-a-licious Super of the Astral (“Tommy”) still using the premises for boudoir photography? The answer is yes. Per a tipster, March 1, 2009:
Yesterday afternoon (February 28, 2009), i saw Tommy crossing the Astral courtyard with a petite, dark-haired girl, both are carrying chunky silver suitcases or whatever you call them (big, square, silvery-metal things with handles). she’s in sweats but hair and makeup are done.
three or four hours later. i’m going down the entrance steps with the garbage. Tommy and the model come out from the basement apartment, ahead of me. still got the silver suitcases and Tommy is carrying a flat cardboard box with the angel wings peeking out. i say hello because no point in pretending we don’t see each other. Tommy can’t look me in the face, as usual, but the model politely holds the Astral’s front door open for me because of the giant bag of garbage. Nice! (Naturally, I said thank you to her)
the following link also enhances the story. note that his last log-in is today. and the girl in his profile photo is the very one i saw yesterday.
Aaaaand if you click on the view photos link on Tommy’s Model Mayhem page, you’ll see another girl with the same wings and another photo of the model i saw yesterday in chains and lingerie and sitting ON THE FLOOR OF THE ASTRAL HALLWAY!
this has to be what is behind that basement door in my part of the Astral. and i really, really hope she was able to take a hot shower with disinfectant soap after that was taken. i would not sit on that floor wearing jeans, much less in my dainties!
The above photograph— which I have cribbed and give full credit to Glamour Images Studio— was taken by the Astral’s Super: Tommy. The location is a stairwell of the apartment building under his supervision: The Astral. To this I can attest. I wonder what his employer Pistilli Realty would think about this?
P.S.: Nice logo, Tommy. Glad to see you’re making productive use of this building— which is landmarked.
From 51st Avenue.
The reasons I find this advertisement of interest are too numerous to go into here. However, I would like to offer a couple of observations:
- The Yasser Arafat/Ringo Starr pairing is logically flawed by virtue of the fact their life times have overlapped.
- The prospect of learning I was Michael Jackson or Joey Stalin in a previous incarnation is a pretty big incentive for me NOT to want to go through past life regression. Michael Jackson isn’t dead, you say? Look at his career (or the above photograph) and give me a compelling reason to believe he is alive.
- What is it with time travel in this neighborhood of late?
Yesterday I received an email from a gentleman named Kris. It was entitled “some photos of greenpoint” and its body contained a Flickr link with the following commentary:
nothing particularly interesting… no story, no nothing.
Intrigued, I ventured over to Flickr to see these “not particularly interesting” photographs. The work I discovered was anything but dull; it was quite beautiful. Enough so that I had trouble deciding which photographs to run so I decided to simply embed the whole set below. Enjoy!
If the previous strikes Kris as being nothing special I can only hope he will share some “extraordinary” shots of the Garden Spot with us in the future. Thanks for bring these shots to my attention Kris, they made my day!