Bushwick has made the concept of “the loft bed” an industry, turned its significance into something that’s intended to represent “what it means to be an artist” a.k.a. get your parents to pay like $2K for a ramshackle that you don’t even own, let alone know how to lend the appearance of “hominess.”
But now, the very black hole-packing establishment that has been the OG of perpetuating the “romantic” image of the loft bed has decided to put a moratorium on the setup. This, of course, comes on the heels of yet another loft bed-related death, with the constant terrifying possibility of plummeting to one’s death as a result of varying levels of intoxication apparently not allowing for anyone’s immunity to unexpected expiration.
Though falling off roofs was the ultimate drunk person’s trend there for a while, it would seem that the loft bed is now proving a far more dangerous entity to careen about in. Hence, the McKibbin management’s sudden revealing of possessing a sense of humanity–maybe stemming from the sudden appearance of a nannying storefront on its block.
Written by Genna Rivieccio