Harlem "lodges" beckon curly-haired cutie-pie.
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No herd-follower, you. You're an "individual." You're wistful. A hopeless dreamer. You've got big plans. And lots of turtleneck cardigans. You've never killed a deer, never even shot a gun (see logo). But you're still relatively rugged. You've hiked. A couple of times. Your Dad made you paint the house when you were 15. You did a fine job. And now, Daddy's ready to pay you back with your very own Harlem lodge. You own an Ella Fitzgerald CD. It's duets with that fat trumpet player who sang sometimes, what's-his-name. Your Aunt what's-her-name gave it to you...
previously in idiotic NYC real estate ads:
1. Let's guess Amber's current nabe.
2. The power of platinum.
3. CLEARLY defining your target audience.
4. She feels pretty empty.
5. Jonathan Swift Realty, Inc.
related on Gawker: The unparalleled hyperbole of NYC Real Estate Ads.
posted by copyranter @ 9:10 AM
10 Comments:
There goes the hood.
copyranter, you should really compile a book of bad real estate advertising. last night i passed one condominium-in-construction whose signage read "so, this is downtown?", which made me annoyed for spending the time wrapping my brain around its stupid rhetorical question. namely because i wasn't downtown.
He looks like he couldn't even take care of himself on the A train.
Everyone, repeat after me: “I am an individual, not a herd.”
The layout of the headline makes me want to do a Mad Fold-in on this, too.
WEREVER
ONE
FOLL
HERD
Nope, still sucks.
He looks like the WB versions of Val Kilmer.
You were never one to follow the herd. Instead, you went to Harlem...and were promptly stabbed in front of your yuppie loft for your fur coat!!
all the individuals, collectively
They brought Jim Morrisson back from the dead for this one. Kudos.
another budding film-maker wandering between hotel lounges and bungalow 8 spending daddy's money on the cusp of nothing...
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