This house is on the Upper East Side on a street of exquisite buildings. The photo left is a partial of the entrance with a flowerbox above the impressive portal. The photo [right] below is a shot of the entire facade. The photo left is the adjoining house of a famous painter, now deceased. …
Category Archives: Eccentrics
Too Cute for Words
In the window of a bakery supply store: wedding cake toppers.
The Bird is Back
Well, since the communique that the other bird was morte, I have to believe this bird is a new one. Wrapped up in plastic against the wind and the possible rain, there it hangs in the same cage, tweeting above the tomatoes and garlic scapes.
The Whitney
Apparently shunned by its upscale neighbors due to their dislike of its architecture, it is nonetheless a bastion of modern American art. Currently the exhibit is the Whitney Biennial 2012. But the exterior, composed entirely of cement does resemble a building that might have applied for the job of fortress. It was progressive and innovative …
Exhausting
He was on my heels boarding the bus. He made some comment about my putting in my fare card and it sounded to me like he was being sarcastic, because the card took an extra second to register. ‘Take your time, take your time, we are in no hurry now are are. We have all …
Rooftops
For three months, on the corner of 8th avenue and 46th, I passed this display behind a cyclone fence: it was rooftops in varying heights, as if they were part of a small village. The rooftops gave the illusion that the houses were below the ground. Googling, I couldn’t find any information about them, and …
The Gap
Usual view of a certain segment of young men, ethnic group not specific, as it crosses all color lines, is pants hanging at mid-buttocks with the crotch somewhere mid-thigh. This is often on skinny guys and over these low-riders is a huge tee-shirt or sweatshirt. But today’s took the cake. Imagine if you will, a …
Paranoia
On a Sunday morning when the subway riders are few and mostly male, and these males are mostly dressed in somber colors and when in my car one begins to pray and another is chant, I begin to wonder if I’m are perhaps in the wrong place at the wrong time. As someone told me, …
More Than Meets the Eye
The shop draws you in. On a main street in SoHo. Flat against the store-front window glass are bolts of fabric, newspaper clippings and photos. But it is a peak in the open door seeing the vibrant colors and the draped fabrics and ruffles and pleats that begs you enter. Once inside the feeling is …
The Bird
Remember this? The Bird Boarding the Bus?