Beautification
A few weeks ago we were invited to a housewarming party in Brooklyn. The location was (for once) close enough to walk to, so we loaded up with mixers and citrus garnishes and celebratory kitchen house wares and wound our way into the Bushwick beyond the red brick tracks of the Boriqua Housing Authority. Though still a massive amount of land dedicated to Gotham industry, this tract of warehouses, factories and parking lots is slowing giving way to residential makeovers of the upper middle class variety.
Nondescript doors of nondescript buildings are now collaged with the markings of the New York artist recluse, a simultaneous artsy defense and badge of honor, keeping it real but self recognition of being the first.
Our favorite was the barbwire and baby combination lining the gate to a building near Ridgewood. Menacing and cute, this seemed to toy with the angst of the community with a sort of proud artistic intervention that makes me love New York and all the weird people who hide in its shadows.
That and, of course, seeing to-do lists like this.
