Category Archives: brooklyn

some legionnaire’s idea of epigrammatic wit

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i realize this example (from outside the american legion hq in park slope) is not so much “passive-aggressive” as it is “crazy,” but it tickles me too much not to post. the little species/feces couplet has been painted over and re-written at least twice, so obviously i’m not the only one who appreciated it.

you can’t tell from these photos, but this little storefront stands as one of the few bastions on fifth avenue that the armies of invading gentrifiers couldn’t take down with their industrial-size nozzles of mrs. meyer’s and turn into a precious little bakery selling organic dog cupcakes. while i was taking these, a man in a lawn chair out front was either yelling at me or trying to sell me a ratty old suitcase. because i was wearing my (army-issued) white earbuds i couldn’t tell which and just trotted away to join my comrades for bougie boot camp at the new york sports club.

now you’re just bringing it on yourself, don’t you think?

now you’re just bringing it on yourself, don’t you think?

the latest in a well-documented series.

how about never? does never work for you?

from emily: another example of brooklyn’s seemingly unparalleled commitment to exasperated signage. (as previously documented here.)

what is it about dog shit that pushes brooklynites over the edge?

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wesh snapped this a few years back in red hook, brooklyn, while walking from his brother’s rehearsal dinner to the afterparty bar. (how bougie does park slope’s version look in comparison?)

says wesh: “what gets me are the flags. why flags?”

have a nice day

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the latest in a series previously documented here and here.

please, please, please

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there’s something wildly theatrical about this one — i wouldn’t be surprised if it burst into song.

(spotted in gowanus, brooklyn)

it was an ironic dance party, okay?

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slipped under our door by the downstairs neighbors. guilty as charged.