On Saturday night about 40 of us headed out to Plymouth Street in DUMBO, the one block in the area where it still seems feasible that you could be randomly stabbed. We ended up in an unconverted loft in which a couple lives and throws parties in their apartment. (There was even a free roaming cat!) There was no heat in the hallways and a BB gun shooting range was down the hall. I heard at least one refernce to Burning Man. The quote of the evening was when some guy came up to me and said, "I love the annulet you're wearing. It's very Neverending Story.
The building totally isn't zoned for residential purposes, and for that we were all in awe. Pioneers! They still exist.
Many of us New York City old timers hadn't seen space like it since, easily, 2000. I remember, in 2001, seeing something similar on Canal and Broadway, but it's likely since been converted into a condo. Or an HSBC.
Photos are below.
Absinthe, anyone?
Jen = Susannah Hoff's doppleganger. Have I mentioned that she's written a book?
Jen's drummer is an adorable, sweet pea. And yes, that is a toy drum set that she rocked all night.
Jen's male fans are straight out of the Clinton era.
I don't know why these two just don't get together already.
Erin C. et moi! It was tough dressing for the evening, given that it was 10 degrees outside and I was going to a party in a warehouse on the riverfront.
Arty shot in the candle lit bathroom
Inside the loft. Look at those windows!
I can't even imagine what this must look like in the daytime.
How many people do you know that have a full stage in their living room? And a trapeze hanging from the ceiling?
It was an artist's loft, indeed.
OK. Now the good stuff. The freezing cold halls! This where things get raw.
Actual debris in the halls.
There were a few bikes in the hall. None were locked up. Honor code, kids.
Despite their tough exterior, these doors did nothing to keep the cold out.
In case we got bored of Jen's vocal stylings.
Sadly, I left my gat at home.
None at all? Then why are we in Brooklyn?
