Monday, May 12, 2008
Some Thoughts On My Unsightly Neighborhood Sculpture
In all its glory.
I don't know what those things are in front but they look like they have scrotum sacks for feet.
If this doesn't scare the hell out of you, you are not human.
There's a 65-foot sculpture called the Toy Tower in a community garden around the corner from my apartment. It's been there for 20 years but is about to be taken down on grounds of being structurally unsound. I was IMing about it with my Nymagazine.com co-blogger, Chris Rovzar, and I guess he ended up using our conversation in his post about it. Conversations like these are why we never get any work done. It was only a matter of time before we found a way to integrate them into the work to compensate.
CRISTAL: Wait, you hate the Tower of Toys?
NOELNOEL: I do.
NOELNOEL: It's weird.
CRISTAL: That's not a reason.
NOELNOEL: And creepy
CRISTAL: Yeah, it is creepy. That's kind of why I love it.
NOELNOEL: It looks like the fucking junkyard from the Heathcliff cartoon, only with toys instead of cars.
CRISTAL: It made me think of RENT. It was like the only authentic and gritty thing in Alphabet City still there by the time I moved in.
NOELNOEL: Why am I always the negative Nancy in these scenarios? Outdoor eating, mini-cows, toy towers…
NOELNOEL: Then you come in all happy and gay and make me look all curmudgeonly.
CRISTAL: You didn't like Heathcliff? That cartoon was awesome.
NOELNOEL: I loved Heathcliff! But what happens in Cartoonland should stay in Cartoonland.
NOELNOEL: I loved how everyone freely hated on Mungo, who in retrospect was obviously mentally impaired.
CRISTAL: I just liked how ugly the thing was. When you walked down Avenue B, it was like, "Ooh, have a delicious Kir Royale at Rue B! Try an organic, grass-fed burger at Back Forty! Eek! Shit-covered toys hanging from the sky!"
The Avenue B Tower of Toys: a Requiem IM [NY Magazine's Daily Intel]
Posted by Noelle Hancock