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New York Shitty Day Ender: Davis Street
This afternoon on a whim I decided to take a stroll around Long Island City. My first stop was 5Pointz. I was not disappointed: not only did I see a bevy of new work (which I will share tomorrow!) but when I walked down Davis Street I stumbled upon this.
Photographs don’t do this piece justice. So here’s some video footage of it. Enjoy!
Miss Heather
Long Island City Photos Du Jour: There Goes The Neighborhood
When I walk by buildings such as this (which is located at 4507 Center Boulevard) I often wonder what kind of people live in them. More often than not the answer is as follows: people who are younger, richer and better looking than yours truly. That’s the way the proverbial cookie crumbles, I suppose. I have long since accepted the sad fact life is not fair.
Anyhoo, when I glanced at the parking garage next to this edifice I spotted something interesting. Something that forced me to rethink my initial assessment of buildings of this ilk— or more specifically the people who inhabit them. Without further ado, here it is.
The first thing that crossed my mind when I saw the above vehicle was:
Is this shilling what I think it is shilling?
As soon as I got home I got online to find out.
The answer is a resounding “YES!” I strongly recommend each and every person reading this tome peruse Vibe Rider’s video page. The Daytona 2004 “Screaming Orgasm Contests” (CAVEAT: NSFW) are particularly compelling if I may so so myself.* Perhaps Long Island City is the place for yours truly after all? In any case I’d like to humbly suggest that the MTA give these fine folks a contract? We G train/B62/B43 riders could use a few miles of smiles!
Miss Heather
*READ: It made the Mister stop eating his fried chicken and stare in slack-jawed amazement.
From The New York Shitty Photo Pool: Floyd Bennett Field
Filed under: Brooklyn
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Miss Heather
Greenpoint Degentrification Watch: IMBY
Filed under: 11222, Criminal Activity, Culture War, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
Last winter, dear readers, Chez Shitty got it’s first bona fide gentrifier: a young woman replete with a SUV-sized stroller and a toddler to accompany it. The residents took this (along with said stroller occupying our hallway) in good humor until our new neighbor decided things needed to change in her new abode. More specifically she decided that the smoke emanating from certain apartments was— despite the manifold number of other health hazards to be had in the Garden Spot— injurious to her young un’s health. To this end she posted an anonymous sign— in the dead of winter— admonishing everyone to open their windows when they smoked. Not only was this missive poorly received (it was ripped down before I could photograph it) but her attempt at anonymity was downright comical: all the residents on my building have lived here for at least five years. Most longer. We communicate with each other when we problems arise. We do not leave notes. Suffice it to say we knew who the note came from and got a big chuckle out of it.
Now jump forward to August 29, 2010. When I left the building this was posted on the front door.
One the one hand I would be remiss if I didn’t experience more than a little schadenfreude when I read this missive. We all leave crap in the hallway— at our own risk. I tend to leave stuff I want taken (it’s been my observation that clothing and “men’s magazines” go pretty fast). One the other, I feel a little bad about this boy’s lost guitar. Not that I am going to lose any sleep over it, mind you. Straight up: if you value your property keep it in your apartment.
Miss Heather
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