Over on the Brownstoner, Montrose Morris et al are bemoaning the loss to a developer of the strangest old mansions left in Brooklyn - 111 Clarkson. I had looked forward to telling spooky stories of a half-man half-squirrel creature so hideous and bald that if he caught you looking at him through the window on the very top floor he'd swoop down and gobble you up like a boa on a bunny.
So yes, I'm sad, but not because they're tearing this thing down. I never doubted for a second that the jerk who let it go to waste wouldn't sell out to the highest bidder when the economy turned around, who in turn would necessarily be a dude who wanted to tear it down and build apartments. And God knows Brooklyn needs apartments. I'm actually sad because we've lost the use of yet another good word - "luxury." As in, these are supposedly going to be "luxury" apartments.
Since when did every apartment in NYC and the tri-state area get to start calling itself "luxury" if it has, I don't know, a roof, and emergency exits and indoor plumbing and a mailbox with a tiny key? I mean there's no WAY this thing on Clarkson Avenue is going to be luxury in any sense of the word other than it's not going to be old.
Perhaps now would be a good time to steal some of that amazing ironwork, cuz THAT is luxurious no matter what they say. In a Damian of The Omen kinda way.
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