Filed under: Williamsburg
From North 11th Street.
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
Today’s offerings on New York Shitty are dedicated to the delightful and rather loquacious Little Joe of Bed-Stuy Banana.* You see, yesterday evening the Mister and I had the pleasure of showing him the haunted houses of Greenpoint and I gotta tell ya; he’s one tough customer! 85 Calyer was not sufficiently “scary”. 77 Russell had “friendly ghosts” as opposed to “scary ghosts” (although to be fair he rather liked the ghoul hanging in the tree).** The Anti Imbedded Mossad Partymobile barely registered a blip. They sure raise ’em tough in the ‘Stuy.
But even he had to concede the haunted house on Humboldt (now replendent with streaming green vomit action!) was “a little scary”.
This post is for you Little Joe! You know your haunted houses kiddo!
*Whose great blog turned one year old this month!
**As did a photographer from AM NY who happened to be present at the time.
Photo Credits: Mr. Heather
Filed under: Williamsburg
(Or, What Would Obama Wear?)
Last week the Democrats had a field day when they learned Sarah Palin has been lavished with $150,000 worth of clothing courtesy of the R.N.C. This in turn to speculation about Michele Obama’s clothing expenditures. Accounts very from $150 off-the-rack fare to frocks costing $900 and up. While disquieting, I am for the most part disinterested. If the Republican Party wants to outlay a such a sum on the She Wolf of Wasilla it is their prerogative. And if Ms. Palin agreed to run for Veep under the pretense of getting six figures of blue chip swag I can’t honestly say I blame her. In fact, it would betray a hitherto unknown element of (dare I say it?) cleverness on her part. But I digress.
What I want to know is what Barack wears when he’s out of the media spotlight.
Thankfully the Brooklyn Industries store on Bedford Avenue has seen fit to shed some light on this matter.
Let’s take the middle ensemble item by item shall we?
- One pair of “Shuckers” denim pants: $88.00
- One “So Hip” belt: $38.00
- One “Great Jones” turtleneck: $52.00
- I couldn’t find the hat he’s sporting here on Brooklyn Industries web site, so we’ll go with this “Soft Ribbon Hat” instead: $36.00
- Same goes for the black top worn atop the “Great Jones” turtleneck. We’re going to splurge a little and roll with this Norfolk Jacket: $148.00
- But what to do about the breasts? A pair of “Rugby Striped Crews” should do the trick: $9.00 (Marked down from $12.00!)
Grand Total: $371.00
But the above outfit isn’t really my kind of thing. Let’s go with this get-up instead!
- One “Dozy Big Beret”: $36.00
- One “Mulberry Scarf”: $46.00
- I couldn’t find the gloves online so we’ll substitute this pair instead: $19.00 (Marked down from $38.00— 50% Off!)
- One Lispenard Silk Slip Dress: $88.00
- I couldn’t find tights for sale online, so we’ll roll with opaque pantyhose in a plum hue courtesy of American Apparel: $14.00
- One pair of B cups courtesy of a pair of “Rugby Striped Crews”: $9.00
Grand Total: $212.00
In closing I would like to thank Brooklyn Industries for providing me with a most enjoyable time waster during last night’s miserable weather. Do you think you guys could throw a McCain mask on one of these mannequins? It’s not that I like the man or anything (I don’t). Rather, I’d just like to see him grinning inanely while wearing a dress.
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
From District Dog’s Halloween Parade and Party.
P.S.: For more great Greenpoint canine goodness be sure to check out my photo set on flickr!
P.S. #2: Lest you are wondering who the winner was, Bitchcakes (who has a great set of photographs from this event— there are also some nifty photos contributed by Victoria in the NYS photo pool as well) has the scoop:
The G Train Dog won! And in keeping with tradition, when called upon, the G Train (dog) would not move. He had to be coaxed from his spot by his owner. Hilarious!
Filed under: Area 51
Some of you might remember this terrific t-shirt. I discovered at Atlantic Antic earlier this month and blogged it. Well, as it would happen it came to the creator’s attention. I wasn’t rendered into a pillar of salt. I received a rather nice email from a woman named Deb instead. The subject line was “I Get It”:
Hey Miss Heather
Love the photo you put up of the Palin shirt, you are sneaky, to get that photo with out even a pose! Love it! Thanks much
Long story made short the lovely lady in the above-depicted photograph (with a lollipop no less) is the brains behind one of the wittiest bits of Palin-bashing I have ever seen. Her brand is Miss Wit, she hails from Sunset Park, Brooklyn and today she’ll be at Brooklyn Flea!
357 Clermont Avenue
Brooklyn, New York 11238
When I cast my vote next month I’ll be wearing this shirt— what about you?
Filed under: Area 51
Woodendesigner (the chap took the above photograph) writes:
So I have been meaning to take a picture of this dollar since last week when I went to get a bagel from Korean Bagel (It’s a little typical “Bodega” run by a very nice Korean couple and they have some of the best bagels…. but that is a different story). Anyway I got this dollar as change but did not notice until a few days later. I laughed because it really just sums up everything that has been going on with the stock market and in a way everything that I have been ging through lately. I have been very hesitant to spend it and now after shooting it for you people to enjoy I have decided that I am going to save it….. Even though thay also dated it on the back ( 9-20-07) so it was actually written a year ago.
Also I don’t know what the deal is with the “dollar dollar” or the lack of proper punctuation after “My” but it still makes me laugh because I did not notice it until I tried to spend it several days later.
Thanks for sharing this gem, Nathan. It really made my day!
Earlier this week we learned that a Williamsburger named Sal has a very special secret admirer who is into Lucha lovin’ a la upstate New York. Today October 25, 2008 I regret to inform you, dear readers that the unfathomable has indeed come to pass: someone has been deflowered on the Crosstown Local. I suppose $2.00 subway fare is still cheaper than a no-tell motel— although the more economical subway sybarite might consider purchasing an unlimited ride Metrocard instead.
You can get all the sordid deets (with visuals) over at Bitchcakes Commutes as she had the pleasure of discovering the artifacts and braggadocio from this dirty deed done dirt cheap.
Photo Credit: Bitchcakes
From Banker Street.
This week (at least the portion of it I have had with Internet access anyway) I have been dialogging with chap named Tim. He wrote:
…your neighborhood is really the gift that keeps on giving–it’s so endlessly bizarre. love that. makes my east village look downright banal.
It’s true. I have lived in many places and have seen a lot of strange stuff but there has never been a place I have called home like Greenpoint. That’s why I love it so. It’s a refuge for eccentricity in an otherwise (and increasingly) uptight world. I feel genuinely blessed to be able to work in the neighborhood I live in as its purest essence can only be experienced when so-called “respectable” people are slaving away in nearby Manhattan. Which brings me to this.
Larry da Junkman spied this guy hanging outside our front door and admonished us:
I knew this guy back in Ridgewood 30 years ago. He’s nuts!
Well, this chap proved to be just that. But I really liked the personal entertainment system (or “Greenpoint iPod” as I like to call it) he was sporting: one cassette player with radio hung around his neck with twine and secured with duct tape.
I realize Mr. Blackwell (R.I.P.) would probably pan this fashion statement, but I give it two enthusiastic Greenpoint thumbs up! Practical, yet understated. Duct tape is the new black!
Of course not all genius comes so naturally. For others it takes years of careful cultivation —and the Garden Spot of the Universe is the perfect environment for freaks* of all varieties to bloom!
I imagine a number of you who have attended the Mermaid Parade over the years have seen this guy. He’s been a regular at the Mermaid Parade for some time now. What you might not know is this chap happens to be my neighbor. His name is Martin.
Here he can be seen (at right) listening with rapt interest to a tale Larry is telling him. He looks normal enough yes? Not exactly.
A stoned Mickey Mouse brandishing a 40. When I asked Martin about this he had an amusing story to relay. One day as he was walking down the street (wearing the above-depicted jacket) a child yanked on his father’s arm and exclaimed:
Hey look dad, it’s the old Mickey Mouse!
Out of the mouths of babes so they once said. This one goes out to you Greenpoint! When it comes to high fashion, you’re blue chip in my book!
*And I mean this in the nicest possible way, as I too am one.
From Noble Street.