Author: Control@ltvsquad.com
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Mystery Tunnel Recon
During an all night subway tunnel exploring spree we came up for air where one tunnel ducks into another. Parallel to this tunnel is a curiousity I’ve always wondered about: Why is the right of way wide enough for 5 tracks when there are only 2 in use?
Was there a second tunnel at this location that has been sealed up for decades?
The puzzling evidence suggests there may indeed have been one, though the stark reality is that if it exists, it’s sealed up tight.
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9th Ave Lower
9th Ave’s Lower Level is a location festering with filth and decay. Situated at the edge of the MTA’s largest staging yards for work trains, this station has been abandoned for almost as many years as I’ve been alive. It last saw use as the terminal for the old culver shuttle, though it also hosted freight trains – making it significantly more rarified than your average abandoned NYC subway station.
Today it sits as it has since being closed: dark, dirty, and worm out from lack of care. Work trains pass through and lay up at this station all the time, though no one has stopped to maintain it in years.
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Looters Delight
In an age where people love to say ‘Photos or it didn’t happen’, it’s just plain awesome to leave the big camera gear at home and pocket your point and pray at the most.
These photos are from one our last looting expeditions to a recently closed area manufacture who went bankrupt, dumping a campus worth of industrial buildings behind. The most valuable contents of these buildings were sold off at auction – or so many believed. As it turns out, the buyers at said vulture capitalism-fest were out for high grade manufacturing items. They left behind entire rooms full of awesome.
Here are some seriously crappy photos snapped as we made our way through the buildings tossing room after room full of loot in search for cash prizes that are infinitely more valuable than a bunch of boring UE photos.
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NYC Trailer Park
No, not the hipster warehouse trailer park abandonment – that was so last year.
Instead we’re talking about a park in a trailer – I was amused to find this (probably not abandoned) trailer on a bushwick street corner. It seemed completely out of place and the sign inside stating it was an art project from 2006 gave it the illusion of being another abandoned trailer – though the internet says otherwise.
Whatever the case may be, it’s clear that local hipster taggers absolutely love it. That right – fuck you F5!
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Bushwick Yard 2012
Bushwick Yard. I’m sure some really dumb internet assholes are going to bitch at me about ‘blowing up’ this spot but trust me, the cops know all about it.
This yard has been here since forever. Back in the day it was a tightly packed yard with over a dozen small customers getting boxcars of everything from Tin to Beer to BEEF.
Today, there’s still plenty of beef, but less rail customers. Much of the old yard area has been tacking over by a building supply customer, and more recently, a cement and stone company that takes deliveries of rocks from CT.
For a long time the tracks around Morgan ave were littered with abandoned cars and other urban debris. Those days are long gone – though the graffit sure isn’t. The yard space has become a discrete corner of a hipster neighborhood where people still occasionally paint. Fortunately though it hasn’t been soiled by a load of bad ‘street art’, and has remained the providence of the aersol artists.
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Gelman claims more murders
The butcher of Brighton Beach says he has more blood on his hands than just that of the four people he was convicted of killing during a horrific murder spree last February.Maksim Gelman, in a shocking jailhouse interview from Rikers, boasted to The Post that he descended from a family of gangsters and was a high-rolling coke dealer who killed six others before he was busted.
The full interview is printed in the post is fairly ridiculous. In it, Gelman for some reason tries to portray himself as a hardcore badass – as if that’s even necessary given his killing spree. Insanity is a hell of a drug…
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Sheba Exports
History:Sheba Exports was the final resident of this now completely dilapidated building. Very early in its history, this warehouse was part of a marine terminal. Today, you’d never be able to tell from what’s left of the place. The exterior is shrouded on scaffolding, and the majority of the property is tucked behind a fence.
Sheba Exports was in the clothing business, in a very odd way. They exported used clothing to other countries (primarily Pakistan according to the records we found). Second hand clothing isn’t just something the cool kids get at their local thrift store. In some parts of the world, it’s the only way many people can afford clothing at all. At some point Sheba’s went out of business though, and they left behind a warehouse still filled with secondhand clothing that was baled into huge 6×6 foot cubes. Taking a guess from the records we found and the clothing in these bundles, it appears this operation ended sometime in the late 1980s. Leftover inventory was abandoned in place – much like the massive clothing piles once found at Greenpoint Terminal Market. Perhaps the market for secondhand clothing collapsed around the same time?
Today, the remaining set of buildings sit condemned and decaying.
Adventure:
Snip, Snip, Snip. Bold are those who love to cut holes in fences, and bolder still are those who cut chains off doors in broad daylight. This is what real exploring is all about.
The plywood door creaked open with a throaty rumble, the froggy auditory excitement soon replaced by the overpowering, punch-you-in-the-face stench of old, wet fabric. Let me tell you, wet fabric might look hot on a woman but holy shit when you bundle up pallets full of the stuff and leave it sitting for a decade or two, wow. There’s no words for a smell like that.
The absolute darkness of the first floor is impressive. There are no windows, and what lays in front of you is a maze of tall, fairly neatly stacked clothing bundles. Think of a corn maze, only one with a distinct smell. Eventually, after what seemed like forever, we found stairs leading up.
Here the floors are bad. You can see the floorboards rotting through in some sections – small holes appear. The walls of the stairs are tin – one of those architectural elements you just don’t see anymore.
Second floor, Ladies Lingerie.
Actually, no. The second floor is disgusting. The drop ceiling has collapsed, leaving a slushy stick tacky coating on the floor and anything left above it.
The third floor ironically is much more interesting and significantly less disgusting. It’s up here that we found some interesting old files, rare graffiti, and piles – not so much of clothing as what seemed like homeless person bits. Useless crap. Chairs, bow ties, toys, and yes, the occasional hole in the floor.
Content that we’ve seen what we need to see, read the files we wanted to read, and had sex with your sister in the back room, we’re off. Back down the stairs and out into the daylight. By now it seems our bold and brazen entry tactics have not gone unnoticed. We make our way off the scaffold, onto the street, and back to the car. We drive a few blocks and loop back around – at which point we see the police have rolled up and are looking around. We were probably inside for at least a half hour, so either the response time was very slow (if we were seen going in), or incredibly fast (if seen coming out).
And so it goes. Another adventure, another escape. This is the nature of exploring. It’s not for everyone, but for us… it’s routine…
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Arsonist Finishing Corp
This place rocks out with it’s burning toasty cock out.
I say that because in 2007, it was the scene of a large arson fire, though you’d be hard pressed to find obvious signs of fire damage by visiting here today. Nature has really taken over, washing away the smoke damage and growing a virtual forest across the warehouse floor.
At the time of the fire, the local fire chief was quoted in the press as saying "It is a very dangerous building/ Basically, it’s a shell." Today, it’s still a shell, though the danger is clearly exaggerated.
Throughout the years this building serviced many roles, from paint factory to dirt mall. In the 1980s it became vacant and soon began to fall apart – eventually landing in the advanced state of decay you see here. The scant few useful walls have become a canvas for both toys and truly gifted writers alike. It’s future, like much of it’s past, remains somewhat unknown, though it isn’t hard to imagine a bulldozer, landscaping, construction, and a new shitty mini-mall taking its place. This is, afterall, NYC Suburbia – a place not known for valuing its history or even its future for that matter.
