I suppose March 14th is as good as time as any to get rid of that Christmas tree. Sheesh.
Miss Heather
Photo Credits: Gina Herold
I suppose March 14th is as good as time as any to get rid of that Christmas tree. Sheesh.
Miss Heather
Photo Credits: Gina Herold
This challenging art work hail from the Viridian and comes courtesy of Ryan Murphy. Great find!
Miss Heather
It just goes to show that when I take a vacay from the neighborhood all hell breaks loose. First it was getting above ground (from the G) to hear the sound of women screaming at each other on Huron Street. Then my buddy Kerry told me that he heard two people fell out of the window at the Viridian. When I got home the following was awaiting my reading pleasure in my inbox. Nancy writes:
The boy just called to let me know the Viridian is on fire. I’m at work and the carnage will probably be under control by the time I get out. Please take some pretty pictures for me!
Does anyone have the 411 on what happened? If so please share via comments or email at missheather (at) thatgreenpointblog (dot) com. Your identity will remain anonymous if you so desire.
Thanks!
Miss Heather
UPDATE, September 9, 2010:
an anonymous tipster (who forwarded me the above photograph) writes:
Fire was on 3rd floor and only appeared to be 1 or possibly 2 apartments.
If the above photograph which was taken by a Viridian resident is any indication that would appear to be the case. He/She writes:
Don’t know the story behind this pool closing but I’ll find out. Someone pulled a caddyshack?
To be continued…?
Miss Heather
UPDATE, June 5 2010: I have just received word from my tipster that the pool has been reopened. Hmm…
When I found this book at the junk shop last weekend I could help but take it to Green Street. A place that was and continues to be “touched” by Magic’s touch. The Viridian (or as I prefer to call it: The Green Street Dorms) continues to amuse. The window treatments at this edifice are particularly provocative. There are not very and as a result I have some insight into the lifestyles of 110 Green Street. A bra-clad woman sitting in a director’s chair here, a bedroom with two sets of bunk beds there; every evening the windows glow with plasma television goodness. I do not want to see these things— but I do. Whatever happened to privacy?
Well, here’s one solution to the problem. But back to Magic and his touch.
Mr. Johnson and his funky bunch have touched Greenpoint…
and some intrepid Garden Spotter has seen fit to return the favor.
Miss Heather
This weekend I bumped into my buddy Beatrice, the lovely lady and former proprietress of Casa Mon Amour. After much catching up she busted my chops for deviating from my web site’s initial premise: shit. I explained to her that there is so much of interest going on in our humble ‘burgh that merde has fallen by the wayside. What’s more, over the years I have become much more selective about the scatological specimens I feature.
Luckily for her I found I most tantalizing tableau today right next door to the Viridian* at the South China Import Company! I will start with the arrow at far left.
Someone (or something) had a problem.
An attempt was made to clean up the problem using a flier advertising a summer shindig in Bridgeport, Connecticut: Gathering of the Vibes.
When this failed our intrepid pooper scooper used what was at hand. In this case, a paperback copy of Milan Kundera’s Book of Laughter and Forgetting.
Am I the only person who finds this sort of depressing?
Miss Heather
*Whose craftsmanship, I assure you, is stellar as ever.
I have no idea what this is about— and truth be told I don’t think I want to know. What I can tell you is it obstructs the sidewalk and I am none too happy about it.
Yes sir. I imagine this piece of affordable housing will find a tenant in no time!
Remember this edifice? It is located at 305 McGuinness Boulevard. I have written about this testament to the failure of the “gentrification” of Greenpoint on far more occasions than I care recount. Look ‘em up on my site. That said, I really enjoy comparing this to this. That’s some damned good Photoshop work! But I digress.
My friends at Curbed scooped me on the infamous lock-out back in April. Today, I will recount to you a few problems a current resident is experiencing at 305 Lofts. While you read the following I want you to bear in mind this person, whose identity I will keep anonymous, is paying $2,800 a month in rent for this “experience”. Here’s the back-story:
Then the agent took him/her to 305 McGuinness Boulevard. AKA: 305 Lofts. He/she signed a 2 year lease and now regrets it. BIG TIME. Among other things:
Nice, eh?
By the way, landlords retaliating against tenants for organizing is illegal. Then again, given all the problems with this property it is all too clear they don’t care— and why should they? The people behind 305 McGuinness have been hit with several violations for endangering public safety. The fines assessed (and paid) range from $480 to $2,000. This is what public safety (READ: a human life) is worth per the Department of Buildings.
Miss Heather
Earlier this week I made light of the pool at the Viridian achieving a very Brooklyn hue. Well, if my inbox is any indication, that wouldn’t appear to be the only thing that’s shaking at the house Magic built. Zan writes (in regards to the above photographs in an email entitled “Stay Classy Viridian”):
hey heather! have you seen the latest, greatest security system that has been installed at the huron street entrance to the viridian? wood planks- the doormen of the new economy!
Needless to say I had to see this in person. I was not disappointed.
You know what they say:
Good fences make good neighbors.
This fence reminds me of the Berlin wall.
As does this, for that matter.
The security system (a one by two) has been disarmed.
Something closely resembling a book shelf from a college dormitory has been erected in front.*
And the facade is looking as Cold War fabulous as ever!
In all seriousness folks, two months free rent or otherwise, I cannot believe people are paying top dollar to live in this dump.
Miss Heather
*Which fell over when a truck drove by.
Whoops.
Once in a blue moon this neighborhood even catches me with my pants down. Or in this case: while uploading video footage. Therefore I can only bear witness to what I beheld fifteen minutes ago: a horde of zombies headed down Green Street to their final destination, the Mark Bar. Before doing so they took a moment to menace the Viridian. We’re talking howling caterwauling, clawing and tapping umbrellas against windows. Simply put, it was beautiful.
This one’s for you, Zombie Crawlers. From the bottom of my heart!
*tears*
Miss Heather