Greenpoint Living

When we finally got all our ducks in a row for the Gypsy Run, the issue 40 Brooklyn release party and the Invitational I started looking to rent an apartment in the Williamsburg/Greenpoint district of Brooklyn. Hotels are few and far between in this neighbourhood and those that do exist are bloody expensive. After 6 weeks of searching (most places were already taken because of fashion week) I found this gem. It was perfect, cheaper than a crap motel and just the right location. Jimmy Monk and Guy (that's him in the last picture looking at the Manhattan skyline over the east river. Hello mate.) were to be my roommates. We all chipped in with the mullah and moved in for one weeks stay just after the Gypsy run. We spent most mornings sitting on the steps drinking coffee and talking to the locals in what we thought was a pretty good New York Italian accent. No one was fooled of course. We had a great time.