Got the Look
Beyonce’s little sister has accidentally immortalized a former Brooklyn landmark.
The “Losing you” singer released a mini-video yesterday that shows her hanging out on the steps of the infamous pink house of Park Slope. The hot pink Pepto-Bismol building, a local landmark at 233 Garfield Place, was stripped of its hallmark color late last year when it was sold for $2.075 million to a couple who did not care for the shocking hue. The move was applauded by neighbors who were tired of the buzz around the home.
When Forest City Ratner executive vice president—and soon to be CEO, once Bruce Ratner steps down—MaryAnne Gilmartin spoke to Westchester Magazine, she was asked for “the most baseless criticism” leveled against her. She responded, “That I don’t really know Brooklyn, so I’m not qualified to develop a project there. I lived in Brooklyn from 1988 to 1993.”
That criticism is about to get a little more baseless: Ms. Gilmartin and her husband, James, just bought a townhouse in Park Slope, according to city records. The couple paid $3.85 million for the four-story, 20-foot-wide brownstone at 113 St. John’s Place, and will presumably be moving from their home in Edgemont, New York.
It has long been heralded as the candy-colored jewel in the chocolate crown of Brooklyn’s brownstone belt, but the new owners of Park Slope’s wackiest house have decided, with the blessing of the city, to return it to its natural shade. The building has become something of a local landmark since Bernie Henry, now 92 years old, bought the place in 1961. He repainted it the fetching pink hue as a gift to his wife. Well, they do say love is blind.
Red Carpet Real Estate
It’s no Enterprise-D, but Patrick Stewart’s new digs in Park Slope are definitely swanky. The Captain was rumored by Brownstoner to have moved to the neighborhood back in August, but the website stayed traditionally tight-lipped on further details. Now Curbed has unearthed the actual sale and the address, revealing that Mr. Stewart paid $2.5 million for a three-bedroom condo at 288 Seventh Street.
Is it victory or defeat for Bill Belichick? The New England Patriots coach usually watches his success and failures on the field, but in the case of the limestone townhouse at 609 Sixth Street we really can’t be sure.
On the one hand, Mr. Belichick has made a little money on the sale of the townhouse, netting $2.75 million, according to city records. Not bad considering that he paid $2.2 million for the five-bedroom, three-bath residence back in 2006.
Bike parts being stolen in Brooklyn can mean only one thing: It’s officially summer. (It doesn’t matter how hot it is outside, if you can keep your bike safe for over three days in Bushwick, it’s still Spring.) Now go down to the police precinct and file that police report that won’t do you any good.
Yesterday, Natalie O’Neill of The Brooklyn Paper wrote a blog post about the rash of bicycle wheels stolen in Park Slope over the past week. Five of those bikes were left with a note attached, which was photocopied a phone number and a message: “Who ever owns the bike and 2 stolen wheels, I caught the guy + have the two stolen bike wheels.”
Ms. O’Neill floated the theory that the person who left the note was part of an elaborate bike wheel-heisting crew, who were looking to ransom the cycle parts back to their owners.
Except that the man who answered the number listed on the sheet says that he only left one note.
On a recent Tuesday afternoon at the mothers’ yoga group I frequent in Park Slope, the conversation turned to sex. There we were, a dozen women in stretchy pants and nursing bras, surrounded by sippy cups and teething rings, our cleavage a collective graveyard of stale Cheerio detritus—naturally, we were in the mood.
Brooklyn State of Mind
Park Slope residents are fed up, and this time it’s not about those ice cream pushers in the park.
The Brooklyn Paper, in an act of investigative derring-do, has confirmed what residents have long suspected—a secret parking spot-saving scheme run by the doormen of pricey buildings on Prospect Park West.
Brooklyn State of Mind
Oh, crazy Brooklynites, will you never change? It’s been less than two months since the incident at D’Amico Coffee in Carroll Gardens, when an angry note on the door alerted fans of the 75-year-old shop that nosy neighbors had petitioned the city to get involved in their coffee battle (apparently some people just hate the smell of freshly roast grounds).
This weekend continued the passive-aggressive madness in the form of more homemade “notes”: with area residents this time taking to the streets in Park Slope to leave long-form essays on the windshields of motorists who took up too much space with their parking without violating any actual laws.
Read the entire two-page citation, via StreetsBlog.org.
I was shocked—shocked—to hear about the backlash that erupted a few weeks ago after a mom on the Park Slope Parents message board complained about ice cream vendors infiltrating our local playgrounds, in a craven attempt to force their obesity-promoting, lactose-intolerant intolerant products on innocent children.
In the interest of full disclosure, I was eating a pint of ice cream—well, gelato—when I received my weekly PSP digest, which was otherwise a lovely and harmless collection of stories about people getting help spying on their nannies using iPhone apps, or choosing the right Jewish day school, that read like an ever-so-slightly ethnic Nicholas Sparks novel. But when I got to the blast about the the ice cream incident, I pushed back my stracciatella in shame.