I Want to Live in Your House: 511 Lafayette Avenue, Brooklyn
I’ve been somewhat obsessed with this place lately. It’s in my new neighborhood, padlocked shut, with an ancient Christmas tree tossed in the front yard, yet the windows are covered with lovely antique lace curtains (a bit difficult to see in the picture above). The cynic in me can’t imagine such lovelies not having been snatched up long ago from an empty Brooklyn house.
Other than its having been built in 1915 and that it is not currently listed for sale, a cursory internet search revealed nothing. All sorts of stories fill my head when I walk past, mostly involving ghosts protective of their linens, and I want to sneak my way in and explore so badly it almost hurts.
As I am far more wary of squatters than of ghosts, I’ll have to make due with my sidewalk visits … though maybe it’s an old lady squatter who takes great care of the interior and will, one day, sick of seeing me staring at the place, invite me in for a cup of tea. This is NYC—you never know.