Plenty of trash castoffs -- three-legged chairs, Victorian chamber pots and colorful car fenders -- made their way up the freight elevator to our sixth-floor treasure island.
One way you might have commemorated the hundred and fourth anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic was to have attended the opening of "The Titanic," an exhibition of drawings at the Sweet Lorraine Gallery, a small exhibition space on the third floor of Treasure Island Storage, a self-storage facility in Red Hook, Brooklyn.
Courtesy Alex Jaimes One way you might have commemorated the hundred and fourth anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic was to have attended the opening of "The Titanic," an exhibition of drawings at the Sweet Lorraine Gallery, a small exhibition space on the third floor of Treasure Island Storage, a self-storage facility in Red Hook, Brooklyn.
The third floor's treasured and majestic Rose Main Reading Room, as well as the special reading rooms you mention, will remain as they are.
The stuff on the floor: it's treasure and it's trash; it's filth and it's comfort.
In the Game Boy Advance version, SpongeBob travels the ocean floor searching for treasure at the behest of a duplicitous pirate.
My brother and I slept in sleeping bags on the living room floor, with our treasure: a tiny black-and-white TV, a tutor in American culture and English.
Four floors exhibit a treasure trove of "automata," jeweled or enameled timepieces with singing birds, biblical scenes or dancing acrobats.
As he painted, books lay around him on the floor, especially his treasured collection of the Warburg Journals on art history, open to whatever symbol or image might inspire him.
The soils of New York have not been as generous as its trading floors in yielding treasure, despite the city's onetime status as a favored stopping off spot for pirates and longstanding rumors that Captain Kidd stashed a fortune somewhere on Long Island.
Before it, on the floor, sits a battered treasure chest.
