We've been gilded!
Since I didn't leave my apartment yesterday except for about twenty minutes after the hot ball of sadism (or sun) had set, I didn't notice till this afternoon when I went on an iced coffee run.
I would take a picture, but I don't like to have identifying features of where I live on the interbot. Maybe I'll post some neighborhood shots as an example. But for those of you who don't live in upper, upper, but not quite harlem, manhattan--buildings that have gilded window details and gilded wrought iron tips are all owned by Pinnacle--the WORST. MANAGEMENT COMPANY. EVER. Our previous management company had sold us out to these twits last fall, but we had yet to be gilded. For some reason, during the hottest weekend of the year, they have started all this fancifying of our building, complete with nipple lights (those rounded chandeliers with tips in the center), plastering over of scratcheritti, and...gild.
While I still heartily believe Manhattan Valley is an 'up and coming' neighborhood (though I say this softly for fear of accelerated hipsterization), and I would still recommend living here to many many people--do NOT live in a gilded building. Avoid them like the plague. Pinnacle is like that law firm on "Angel" that kept vampires in the basement and served only evil.
Note to Pinnacle--before you raise the rent on the residents of my building, to offset all the 'work' you put into the building FIX THE GODDMAMN WASHING MACHINES that haven't worked in, oh, a year.