Greenpoint Street Seating Du Jour: Kent Street Vibrassage
Filed under: 11222, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic, Street Furniture
This one’s for you, Bob.
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Photo Pool: Tamatoes For The Masses!
This item comes courtesy of FakeHipster, who writes:
Dear small child,
I found your survey stapled to a billboard at 13th and 3rd. I really liked it and decided that I had to have it. I’m sorry if I threw off your survey results (though we both know the only answer is “yes only! yes only! yes only!”)
It is now hanging in a place of honor on my fridge.
Your friend,
Spike
Indeed.
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Starter: Sh*t In The Box
Filed under: 11101, Bum Shit, Dung of the Day, Long Island City, Long Island City Queens
Yesterday I took a sojourn somewhere I have never ventured before: the wilderness of the Long Island City/Ravenswood waterfront around the 59th Street Bridge. It is not an area one would consider attractive.
At least not in a conventional sense of the word. Given the previous you can imagine my surprise when I encountered a hotel at the intersection of Vernon Boulevard and Queens Plaza South: the Ravel whose web site purports it beĀ “Long Island City’s First Luxury Boutique Hotel”. This may very well be the case, I wouldn’t know. But I can tell you I found its proximity to the Queensbridge Houses of particular interest. Curiously enough the folks at Ravel do not make mention of this on their web site. So it goes.
Long Island City is full of surprises. I certainly learned this yesterday. First it is a “luxury boutique hotel” across from a housing project, then it was this on 44th Street: a construction site for yet another hotel.
But this is not the only thing going on here. Which brings me to the item indicated by the above arrow. It is a box.
A very, very special box…
or to use Long Island City parlance (to bastardize Black Adder):
The very latest in front-wall, fresh-air orifices appointed with an imported wide-capacity corrugated repository.
Miss Heather
Long Island City Photos Du Jour: Off Roadin’
Over the years I have developed a pet theory about motorists. It goes as follows: the bigger the vehicle, the more inept and/or assholic the driver. Today on the streets of Long Island City (sort of— as you will see) this theory received some pretty compelling supporting evidence.
I know what you’re thinking:
What is this SUV doing on the sidewalk?
I asked myself this very same question once I collected myself after hustling to get out its way. I can kick myself for not filming this incident— but then again, I was caught off guard. You see, I stubbornly espouse the peculiar notion that sidewalks are for pedestrians. Obviously this is not the case; they’re also for SUVs to indulge in a little urban off roadin’. Silly me.
I have since given this whole affair some thought and cannot stop from asking myself:
How the hell did this guy manage to get on the sidewalk?
As you can see the berth of passage at 46 Road is too narrow to provide passage.
This leaves me to draw no other conclusion than he (or she) must have driven on that sidewalk as well. Delightful. The coup de grace to the previous bit mindfuckery came a mere five minutes later on Purves Street.
I have no idea what this is about.
Miss Heather
P.S.: If my new four by four friend is reading this I would like you to know I have photo of your license plate. ASSHOLE.
From The New York Shitty Photo Pool: Along The Waterfront
These images come courtesy of the discerning eye and camera of algul siento. And closing on that note, dear readers, I am off to so a little shutter-bugging of my own! More later.
Miss Heather


































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