Culture on the Cheap
Williamsburg’s First McMansion?
Just when I thought our friends off the L train could not possibly top the already strange (and in most cases hideous) melange of architecture that has recently become the standard there, a few buddies and I decided to take a walk down Jackson Street. I was, once again, proven very, very wrong.
Miss Heather: Holy shit.
Miss Rachael: That looks like something from southern California.
Miss Heather: I disagree. This house has Miami written all over it.
I can almost hear Tony Montana greeting one of his associates at the front gate exclaiming:
You wanna play rough? Okay. Say hello to my little friends!
This has got to be the only house in north Brooklyn with cherubs gracing the front door. Or are they putti? I guess it doesn’t really matter. I haven’t seen a house here with those either.
Mr. Heather and I spent a half hour trying to determine what architectural style this is. He asserted it was Georgian. Sort of. We finally agreed that it was High Drug Cartel with Balconies. All this baby needs is a little Greco-Roman statuary and an ornate fountain in front of the entrance and your family
business is ready to move in!
P.S.: All in all I suppose this house isn’t too bad. At least not when compared to its neighbor across the street.