Lightstone piles

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The demolition of 363 Bond Street and the associated headache were nothing compared to the assault that’ll begin when Pride Builders — the group contracted by Lightstone to construct the new monstrosities — begins pile driving. The earth will shake, everything will rattle, we’ll be jolted awake every morning, we won’t be able to think all day; nothing will feel sane to the residents of Bond, 1st and 2nd Streets. That day drew ever closer this morning when two enormously big flat bed trucks arrived and unloaded impossibly long steel poles into the snow-covered construction site (top photo above, courtesy of GYFO reader miking7). A hulking pile driver already sits ready to go in the yard, awaiting its sole task of hammering these poles straight down into bedrock.


I’m well aware that my ongoing coverage of the minutae related to the Lightstone Group’s Gowanus development is a bit obsessive, especially with regards to the demolition of the two drab, one-story, wholly unspectacular buildings being cleared to make way for the new project. Yet I feel compelled to keep writing.

I live and work across the street from the Lightstone site so I have no choice but to deal with it every single day. Every loud construction vehicle that buzzes past my window and shakes the foundation of my building, the dust from the demolition, the noise from the soon-to-begin construction, the earth-shaking pile drivers, the eventual blocking of my sunlight and the arrival of 2,000+ new residents to my block all directly effect my daily quality of life. These things have assaulted my mental and physical space for the past several months and will continue doing so for the next several years. I ruminate on the Lightstone development because it’s right in front of my face all the time; it’s deeply personal.

I’m trying not to be bitter about it, but it’s difficult. New York City changes all the time, and as a native born-and-bred New Yorker I know this. But said knowledge doesn’t make it any easier to be woken up at 6:59am every morning by an excavator loading several tons of destroyed building into metal refuse carts, and it doesn’t make it any easier to feel my office shake once every few minutes all day long when a construction vehicle moves a few feet. It wouldn’t be so bad (or bad at all!) if the buildings going up across the street were 3-4 story homes in character with the rest of this neighborhood, but that’s just not the case. OK, I admit it: I’m bitter.

This is what we have to look forward to for the next several weeks (months?). I hope you’re ready: