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Spotted On Franklin Street: Illegal Advertising On Public Property
Filed under: 11211, 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Williamsburg, Williamsburg Brooklyn
It would appear that OSA, Open Space Alliance, is employing illegal “street art” advertisements on street signs for their concerts. In a landmarked district, no less. Given the litigious nature of this organization and the fact it is a “private/public partnership” I find this very interesting. The fact this was erected by Leviticus is pure gravy. When I want to feel dirty I read those passages.*
Miss Heather
*The best pornography I have ever read is found in the Bible. Period.
Greenpoint Photo Du Jour: Franklin Street
The phenomenon that is “Blow Torch Harry” dispenses wisdom to the noobs. To what effect remains to be determined.
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Ender: So Long, Summer
This image was taken at today’s destination: Floyd Bennett Field. I will post a slide show of highlights from today’s sojourn tomorrow. Now if you don’t mind I am off to enjoy the remains of summer 2010!
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Photo Pool, Part II: Williamsburg Street Art Selections
Taken by strawbrryff.
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Pay Phone Du Jour: The Brownsville Monologue Machine
Today, dear readers, yours truly went on a photo walk with my friend (and frequent photo pool contributor) Carnade. Our peregrinations started in Greenpoint and ended in Floyd Bennett Field. The above item, one of the finest public pay phones/monologue machines I have beheld in a LONG time, hails from somewhere in between. Church Avenue in Brownsville, to be precise.
Note the various accouterments. I for one was particularly fond of the empty case of Budweiser so I took the above photograph to showcase it along with this much beleaguered receiver. Shortly after doing so a chap named “Brother Moses” introduced himself to me, grabbed said receiver and put it up to his ear. He informed me that it had no dial tone. I replied that I figured as much and added:
This is the perfect monologue machine. You make the call and the other person has no choice but to listen.
He mused upon this for a moment and then replied:
Do you want to go have some fun?
I mulled over Moses’s offer and, upon deciding that I was having quite enough fun already, declined. This is not to suggest that he did not have his charm. Moses was in his inimitable way quite the gentleman. Once he ascertained, albeit erroneously, that Carnade was my husband he shook his hand and admonished him to be careful walking across the street because “those things are made of iron” and he wasn’t. This one’s for you, Moses!
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Inbox: 400 McGuinness Boulevard
Laura (who took the above photographs) writes:
I’d say that Greenpointers are against the shelter.
Indeed.
Miss Heather
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