Thursday, June 4, 2009

Anti-StuyTown Graffiti

The Stuyvesant Town advertisement in the First Avenue L-train station has been defaced by anti-yuppies. Living large and spending less (?) in the new lux-life StuyTown, two recession-era gals contemplate their recently constricted living situation.

"Can I afford this?" asks the woman on the couch. "Maybe we can sell this," she wonders, an arrow pointing to an "artwork" she picked up, possibly in the basement of Urban Outfitters.

"I really don't think so," says her pal from the dinette. "How about Daddy?"

Meanwhile, on the floor by the coffee table, a pair of shoes bids, "Bye bye." In this economy, two months rent is too much to spare for leopard-print stilettos.

Is life getting bad in the new StuyTown?

So bad, in fact, a resident reports that drunken college-students have resorted to taking shits in the hallways. Writes one StuyTowner, when he spotted the shitter, "The clearly inebriated young man just looked at me and said, 'Hey when ya gotta go ya gotta go.'"


EV Grieve said...

No one in his or her right mind would buy that shit on the walls.

Jeremiah Moss said...

maybe this should be their new slogan: "shit on the walls and shit in the halls."

Mad Texter said...

I'd like to know where they found that apartment. And space like that must cost at least $4,500 - $5,000 month. Nothing like spending 3 week's salary on rent.

Kind of like how some women spend $800 - $1,000 on a designer bag, and have no money left over to put in it.


quality, I like this, I saw something like this on

hntrnyc said...

Still selling the "Friends" lifestyle that their targetr market grew up watching before graduating to SATC. Fabulous apartment that they support while working in a coffee shop......not that i ever watched that show.....

Anonymous said...

Written by a poor, ugly, jealous native NYer im sure.

Anonymous said...

first thing we do, let's kill all the nYU students.
i hear them outside the buildings from friday-sunday night (and in between, since none of them seem to work or do anything in the mornings)
screaming about how "he doesnt love me anymore" and "why wont you love me" etc etc. its like they're holding auditions for dawson's creek over here right outside the f@@king buildings.
and they really do shit in the halls and write stoopid graffiti in the stairways. if it was anything creative i'd be fine with it, but these are nyu students we're talking about here.