Thanks to the civic-mindedness of Miss Heather, I heard about this art show and benefit for the Greenpoint branch of the Brooklyn Public Library. I am a ENORMOUS library fan, and our branch library has saved my butt on more than one occasion. The fact that I can sit in the comfort of my house and go online and order books (and DVD's!) that I can pick up, FOR FREE, in my neighborhood, still astounds me as much as it did the first time I walked into a library and was told that I could take almost any book I saw home.
So I was excited to submit and happy to learn this morning that I am #42 of the Greenpoint 100. (If you're curious about which photo, here it is. Not quite as post-mod as Miss Heather's, and probably the most obvious shot I could pick, but since the object of the exhibit is to raise money for the library, I wanted to pick something that I hoped would sell for them.
Yet another choice selected for Brownstoner's Photo Of The Day
Today's Brownstoner Photo Of The Day
This isn't the main Pencil Factory building, but behind it on Kent St., between Franklin St. and West St. To quote my friend A. when she saw it, "What is that building with the pentagrams on it!"
11pm. It's still not completely out.
Also: The Gothamist story on the fire that uses this photo.
And: Curbed too.
And: Picked up by Curbed 5/5/06.
I have been wanting to take pictures of "the ladies" (as I have come to refer to them) since earlier this fall. I had occasion to be out in this section of Bushwick almost every day for a month, and almost every day, I drove by this block of buildings (between Irving and Knickerbocker Avenues). I tried taking pictures with my little everyday Casio but it was like shooting a concert at MSG from the blue seats using an Instamatic.
Since I have gotten the new camera, it has then simply been a question of opportunity -- when I have been out in that part of town, the light has sucked; when the light has been good, I have not been anywhere near that part of town. But earlier this week, the gods were smiling on me, and the light was perfect.
Here's a closeup:
Notice the detail on the necklace and the hair.
Every building on this side of the block has her as ornamentation:
The first few times I saw these buildings, I referred to the ladies as Athena, and I am not sure I am incorrect -- because at this distance, it almost looks like they are wearing helmets, doesn't it?
Depending on the angle, she changes expression:
I would love to know the story behind this particular feature. It is not something I have noticed anywhere else around, and trust me I have been looking -- on the other hand it is unlikely that it is that unique. Anyone have any other sightings or information?
I am making my way out to the Bushwick-Ridgewood border at the ungodly hour of 8:30 a.m. I am stopped at a traffic light in the middle of the industrial zone.
I realize that I hear amplified music.
I think it is the warehouse next to me, playing the radio over the loudspeaker.
After another few seconds I realize it is louder than that.
MUCH louder than that.
This is concert-level loud.
Hmmm.
I roll down the window and manage to discern that the music in question is Bon Jovi (I think. It's not like I've ever owned any record he has ever made). So my first thought is: "Video shoot?"
(Ya know, the rugged industrial zones of Brooklyn could very well look like, um, New Jersey. Gimme a break, it was early.)
The light changes, and as I drive by, this is the scene across from Waste Management:
My immediate reaction: "Oh, a large blow-up rat! Must be a strike."
(I don't know if this is common anywhere else in the country, but in New York this tactic of playing offensive music at Guinness-Book-Of-World-Records-Volume is some new kind of strike innovation.)
I don't spend a lot of time in Hasidic Williamsburg, but I do spend a lot of time driving through it. The first dozen or so times I drove through, it was just *odd*: there are sections which feel like certain parts of Jerusalem, giving me total deja vu, and others that just feel like we're in the 18th century, making you feel like you'd temporarily stepped through some kind of time warp.
For example, this photo, which I took early Saturday afternoon. What year are we in? See the full, uncropped version after the jump.
Our anniversary celebrations found us making an impromptu visit to the observatory at the top of Rockefeller Center, just as the magic hour set in. Somehow, there were no lines, there were no huge crowds, and cheesy or not, it was one of those moments that reminds you why you live in the greatest city in the world.
Click on the photos so you can see the large size images at flickr, it is so totally worth it.
That was the BQE at about 8:30 this morning, after I'd dropped the boyfriend at Woodside, and didn't want to sit in the backup leading to Queens Blvd. (which was really the backup to the Queensboro Bridge). Thanks to the day job, I have a passing acquaintence with the industrial zones in Brooklyn and Queens so it wasn't that difficult for me to figure out how to get back home, and managed to get plenty of practice with the new camera as I sat in traffic: