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The ‘Golden Age of Free Stuff ’ has arrived
Post-COVID-19 loss of key sense is a special agony
NEW YORK — On the Upper East Side of Manhattan, it was chandeliers, a Tiffany bracelet and a vintage velvet chair with silver-colored rams’ heads. In Jackson Heights in Queens, it was a Korean wedding chest, and in Park Slope in Brooklyn, a giant stiletto chair with a purple zebra pattern.
All of these, remarkably, were free.
They were just a few of the items that have been found discarded on the stoops or streets of New York City over the past year, a byproduct of the pandemic that has amounted to such an abundance of valuable trash that some are calling it “The Golden Age of Free Stuff.”
The bonanza of freebies has prompted New Yorkers to prowl the city every day, combing through trash as if they were panning for gold, even at the risk of carrying bedbugs home.
“Look at this!” exclaimed Sonia Izak, after spotting a chair with a missing leg as she walked around her block on the Upper East Side on a recent frigid evening. She lifted the bottom to look for a label.
“Look, literally, it’s a West Elm! This looks very clean,” she said. “It’s in perfect condition except for the leg. They could probably order this from the company.”
Looking through other people’s trash and dragging away used objects isn’t new. But what has come to be known as “stooping,” or more recently, “trash stalking,” has become so widespread since the start of the pandemic that several Instagram accounts devoted to it have attracted thousands of followers and transformed what used to be a niche activity into a phenomenon.
Early on, many of the items found discarded, according to regular sidewalk shoppers, appeared to be from New Yorkers leaving the city, at least temporarily, as the outbreak grew worse. But over time, cooped-up New Yorkers are seemingly going through an extended spring cleaning, yielding a windfall of unwanted stuff.
Instagram accounts post dozens of photos of discarded items sent each day by passersby, or “stoopers” (aficionados are called “super stoopers”). The more coveted items, including dressers with marble tops or a grand piano, cause a minor frenzy as people rush to get their hands on them.
The discards also sometimes reflect the demographics of the neighborhoods where they were found.
The velvet chair with rams’ heads on the Upper East Side was in fairly good condition; similar ones are selling online for over $1,000. A Japanese-style four-panel screen showing red-crested cranes was spotted in front of the United Nations headquarters, prompting speculation that it had belonged to a diplomat.
Then there are more functional pieces like sinks, ovens, tables, beds and sofas, some of them looking new.
But eclectic would be a more accurate description of the collection of unwanted goods often found abandoned.
A piano made of dark wood tossed out in Alphabet City in Manhattan. A bowling ball with a leather case available in Clinton Hill in Brooklyn. A terrifying-looking dollhouse and an equally nightmare-inducing portrait of a family of cats were up for grabs on the Upper West Side of Manhattan. One resident even left a pet turtle out on their stoop. It has since found a new home.
“I don’t see the amount of stuff on the street diminishing at all; it just seems to be increasing,” said Jessica Wolff, 36, who works in sustainable fashion and runs @stoopinginqueens on Instagram. She started the account in the summer of 2019 and had about 250 followers. Now she has over 10,000.
Some of those prowling the streets in search of possible gems appear motivated by frugality.
“If there is something you’d spend $400 on Wayfair on my feed, you’ll save yourself $400,” said Wolff, recalling a family that recently found a butcher block countertop from Home Depot.
Another major drive is boredom. Stooping has given people a creative outlet as well as an opportunity to get out of the house.
“I have a lot of people who used to think that going through trash was disgusting but who now see the value,” Wolff said. “The pandemic made this trendy. It’s cool now.”
Domarc Dayondon, 34, says he was one of those people. He changed his mind after a friend moved to the city last year from South Carolina and found an expensive couch and a wooden coffee table, both of them in good shape.
“In the beginning I was like, ‘Dude, that’s trash,’ ” he said. “But then, I was like, ‘Whoa, am I the only one that’s spending money going to Ikea to buy a cheap coffee table?’ ”
He started following various social media accounts on stooping and quickly got addicted to it, likening it to playing “Pokémon Go,” in which “you’re going on an adventure and seeing if you get rewarded.”
On a recent evening on the Upper East Side, Izak and P.J. Gach braved the cold to go “trash stalking,” a term Gach, a writer, coined after starting another Instagram account, @nycfreeatthecurb, in December.
The two became friends over an ottoman that was being tossed out, and then a little later, over vintage hats that Izak had spotted.
“I flew over there,” Gach said. “Ended up taking the hats, a lampshade and a backgammon set.”
Another time, she found a silver Tiffany bracelet with the signature heart tag.
Izak, a former accountant in a real estate company, recalled being horrified at the sight of doormen chopping furniture up in her neighborhood to make it easier for sanitation trucks to haul away. She found a chair curved like a sleigh, newly upholstered, made of wood and vintage leather. She uploaded the photo onto her account and sat in the chair in the cold until a man arrived and took it away.
“I saved it from the ax!” she said.
NICE, France — The doctor slid a miniature camera into the patient’s right nostril, making her whole nose glow red with its bright miniature light.
“Tickles a bit, eh?” he asked as he rummaged around her nasal passages, the discomfort causing tears to well in her eyes and roll down her cheeks.
The patient, Gabriella Forgione, wasn’t complaining. The 25-year-old pharmacy worker was happy to be prodded and poked at the hospital in Nice, in southern France, to advance her increasingly pressing quest to recover her sense of smell. Along with her sense of taste, it suddenly vanished when she fell ill with COVID-19 in November, and neither has returned.
Being deprived of the pleasures of food and the scents of things that she loves are proving tough on her body and mind. Shorn of odors both good and bad, Forgione is losing weight and self-confidence.
“Sometimes I ask myself, ‘Do I stink?’ ” she confessed. “Normally, I wear perfume and like for things to smell nice. Not being able to smell bothers me greatly.”
A year into the coronavirus pandemic, doctors and researchers are still striving to better understand and treat the accompanying epidemic of COVID-19-related anosmia — loss of smell — draining much of the joy of life from an increasing number of sensorially frustrated longer-term sufferers like Forgione.
Even specialist doctors say there is much about the condition they still don’t know, and they are learning as they go along in their diagnoses and treatments. Impairment and alteration of smell have become so common with COVID19 that some researchers suggest that simple odor tests could be used to track coronavirus infections in countries with few laboratories.
For most people, the olfactory problems are temporary, often improving on their own in weeks. But a small minority are complaining of persistent dysfunction long after other COVID-19 symptoms have disappeared. Some have reported continued total or partial loss of smell six months after infection.
The longest, some doctors say, are now approaching a full year.
Researchers working on the vexing disability say they are optimistic that most will eventually recover but fear some will not. Some doctors are concerned that growing numbers of smell-deprived patients, many of them young, could be more prone to depression and other difficulties and weigh on strained health systems.
“They are losing color in their lives,” said Dr. Thomas Hummel, who heads the smell and taste outpatients clinic at University Hospital in Dresden, Germany.
“These people will survive and they’ll be successful in their lives, in their professions,” Hummel added. “But their lives will be much poorer.”
At the Face and Neck University Institute in Nice, Dr. Clair Vandersteen wafted tube after tube of odors under Forgione’s nose after he had rooted around in her nostrils with his camera.
“Do you perceive any smell? Nothing? Zero? OK,” he asked, as she repeatedly and apologetically responded with negatives.
Only the last tube provoked an unequivocal reaction.
“Urgh! Oh, that stinks,” Forgione yelped. “Fish!”
Test complete, Vandersteen delivered his diagnosis.
“You need an enormous amount of an odor to be able to smell something,” he told her. “You haven’t completely lost your sense of smell but nor is it good.”
He sent her away with homework: six months of olfactory rehab.
Twice daily, choose two or three scented things, like a sprig of lavender or jars of fragrances, and smell them for two to three minutes, he ordered.
“If you smell something, great. If not, no problem. Try again, concentrating hard on picturing the lavender, a beautiful purple bloom,” he said. “You have to persevere.”
Losing the sense of smell can be more than a mere inconvenience. Smoke from a spreading fire, a gas leak, or the stink of rotten food can all pass dangerously unnoticed. Fumes from a used diaper, dog’s dirt on a shoe or sweaty armpits can be embarrassingly ignored.
And as poets have long known, scents and emotions are often like lovers entwined.
Evan Cesa used to relish meal times. Now they’re a chore. A fish dinner in September that suddenly seemed flavorless first flagged to the 18-year-old sports student that COVID19 had attacked his senses. Foodstuffs became mere textures, with only residual hints of sweet and saltiness.
Five months later, breakfasting on chocolate cookies before classes, Cesa still chewed without joy, as though swallowing cardboard.
“Eating no longer has any purpose for me,” he said. “It is just a waste of time.”
Cesa longs to have his senses restored, to celebrate the taste of pasta in carbonara sauce, his favorite dish, and a run through the fragrant wonders of the great outdoors.
“One might think that it is not important to be able to smell nature, trees, forests,” he said. “But when you lose the sense of smell, you realize how truly lucky we are to be able to smell these things.”