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Fedders Friday: Jefferson Street Revisited
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It had been awhile since I checked in on one of my favorite pieces of Feddertecture: 100 Jefferson Street. Wishing to gauge the progress of this study in stucco I walked by there recently. I am pleased to report it is coming along quite nicely.
The fence is down…
and with its departure has come graffiti.
Lots of graffiti. I wonder if the developer hired someone to do this so these luxury town homes would have that built-in “urban” feel? If anyone out there has the last name “Pare” today is your lucky day. Your dream home awaits.
Not only is this building appointed with Fedders boxes in the front, but it also sports a plentiful number of them in the back —along with some inspired use of aluminum siding. Magnificent!
All for your air-conditioned comfort. One can never have too many Fedders.
Miss Heather
P.S.: Per a new New York Shitty commenter, Ali:
Pare el desplazamiento = looks like displacement…
Here is Halden’s (AKA: Brooklyn11211) take:
Pare el desplazamiento means stop displacement (parar is “to stop” – I’ll take Ali’s word that desplazamiento means “displacement”).
The Good, The Bad and The Ugly On DeKalb Avenue
I recently discovered a really neat old building at 866 DeKalb Avenue.
It used to be the home of Crystal Steam Laundry. Fred K. Weis was its proprietor.
At this advertisement from the November 19, 1902 edition of the Brooklyn Daily Eagle indicates, they charged a mere 5 cents per pound of laundry. What a deal!
Here’s a detail of 866 Dekalb’s new neighbor. Is that a Fedder’s box I see?
No, make that FOUR Fedders boxes for four times the air conditioned FUN!
Perhaps I am reading too much into this, but who wants to patronize a gynecologist who appears to ply his trade in a disco? Just a thought.
Miss Heather
Ye Olde Fedders Of Yore
Today’s installment of Fedders Friday hails from none other than the Garden Spot of the Universe: Greenpoint, Brooklyn U.S.A.! Last weekend Mr. Heather accompanied me on my regular Greenpoint stroll. We may butt heads— often— but there is one thing we both agree upon: we like McGuinness Boulevard. “Mickey G’s”, as we so affectionately call it, is the pure essence of all things Greenpoint. What’s more, there’s a little nugget of Fedders history there I like to call Fedders Row.
To be fair these buildings are not as repulsive as their contemporary counterparts, but they sure sport a lot of Fedders boxes.
VINTAGE Fedders boxes. Note the use heraldry: whether it be wind, rain, snow or sunshine, the Sir Fedders has got you covered! I wonder what one of these would fetch on Ebay?
This is not to suggest that everyone is content with his Majesty’s Fedders monarchy. This iconoclastic Cromwell of crap deposed his Fedders and installed a larger, generic air conditioning unit. Could this be the start of an air conditioning arms race? Does this homeowner wish to break away and start the People’s Airconditioned Republic of Friedrich? Only time will tell.
But there is one thing I know for certain: where Fedders is found so are super-sized motor vehicles. I don’t know about you, but I’d love to see this bad boy chew up some imported steel on Bedford Avenue. Even with crude oil going for the draconian sum of $104 a barrel it would totally be worth it.
Miss Heather
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