When the heat of summer is going full blast I often wonder aloud to myself, "I wish I had a great place to go swimming." And more often than not this statement is rhetorical due to the fact that I live within walking distance of not one but two giant somewhat swimable lakes. (by "somewhat" swimable I mean if you like soaking in fishy poo, farmer run off and algae blooms). And since I don't like soaking in fishy poo, farmer run off and algae blooms I was shocked to hear that some Brooklyn natives where clamoring into dumpsters for a quick swim.
And the worst part is: it's exclusive.
In the New York Times article they explain "[it] is a secret pool party in a pool made out of a Dumpster on the banks of the Gowanus Canal in industrial Brooklyn.
On a rented lot that’s hidden from the street they have erected what they call a lo-fi urban country club: three connected pools housed in Dumpsters; a boccie court; some lounge chairs, grills and cabanas. On Saturday night just three dozen people got the nod to check it out, at an after party for the art journal Cabinet. “Please don’t forward,” the invitation read."
article found here.
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