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Great Moments In Aluminum Siding XIX: Troutman Street Fugfest
Living in Greenpoint has to some extent immunized me to aluminum siding. I can walk down block (and block) chock a block of the stuff and it no longer fazes me. I have long harbored the fear that I had become a siding Queen. Then I gazed upon 247 Troutman Street. To quote Madonna:
I made it through the wilderness
Somehow I made it through
Didn’t know how lost I was
Until I found you
Infatuated with the sheer fugliness of this structure I went in for a closer look.
There’s a whole lot of fug happening here.
Across the street.
Down the block.
I made Mister Heather look at this one immediately upon arriving home from work. After sputtering a few incomprehensible syllables about its utter hideousness he headed straight for the liquor cabinet.
I don’t blame him. I had to toss down a couple glasses of wine (at home) before digesting this beauty.
Too bad this wine bar at Wilson Avenue and Starr Street wasn’t open. Was the baby shit colored siding to blame or just the sour economy? I suspect we’ll never know.
P.S.: This beauty can also be found on Troutman Street. What it lacks in siding it makes up for in sheer stupid.