Greenpoint gossip from people who are better bloggers than I.
Someone lost their friend on Devoe. The really strange thing is I was born on Devoe and my last name is Carroll. Though there is no relation, I sincerely hope this guy isn’t dead.
Although not actually in Greenpoint, Ikea is opening June 15th. You can get there via the B61 which runs through Greenpoint. And hey, we need cheap furniture, too, ya know. – Only The Blog Knows Brooklyn
This Saturday you can take a Bike Tour of The (Future) Brooklyn Waterfront Greenway. The 10-mile ride at a family pace begins at Newtown Creek in Greenpoint to the spectacular waterfront in Red Hook. I’m guessing ‘family pace’ means it’s not going to be Lance Armstrongs and the spandex mafia.
The Fashion Skool of Hard Knocks featured some Greenpointers (and I use that term loosely) dressed in true hipster attire on the corner of Greenpoint and Manhattan Aves. Though I gotta admit I am a little in love with that purse chick number three is carrying.
I cannot believe that someone owns this car in Greenpoint. Please, please tell me there were California plates on this whip. Malibu, even?
As someone who loves, collects and sells vintage for the last ten years it makes me really sad to hear about this. Just think of all those Etsians who could have made trinkets and things with all the potentially amazing vintage stuff in there.
Ever wonder what Winthrop (McGolrick) Park looked like in 1913? You can spy PS 110 in the right corner, too.
Bette Midler came to McCarren Park to plant trees for Arbor Day. Did The Divine Miss M come as C.C. Bloom? Or maybe she sang The Rose? Ok, I’m all out of planting puns.
The Greenpoint Hotel is apparently now a Bed & Breakfast. Does everyone who stays there get a free vial of crack, too?
The trials and tribulations of Studio B and their roof deck has been all over the blogosphere. They were hit with a stop work order last week which I imagine might put a cramp in their May 2nd debut. The locals are *really* pissed with this place. The last thing you want is a bunch of people organizing themselves for a good ol’ fashioned lynchin’. The hipsters and the locals alike are getting involved in this. Since the place never has anyone I want to see, I personally don’t give a rats ass what happens to ‘em. Between them and Club Exit, the only people who would be missing them are the makers of glow sticks.
The Greenpoint chocolatiers aka the Mast Brothers have snagged themselves a Williamsburg factory to make their bars. I have yet to try them myself, but I am a big fan of expensive chocolates… It makes you eat less when you have to pay more.
And if you’re home and not doing anything right now – hangout along Franklin Street between Greenpoint and Kent to see some stars filming New York, I Love You. I have an unnatural affection for Shia LaBeouf so I’m heading out to stalk – er, I mean observe, him.
