232. The Museum of Modern Arts (MoMA). A place of...
Fantasy. I and the Village, by Marc Chagall. Overheard: a father, asking his two young daughters, "Do you think you would like to live in this village?"
Reality. The disturbing images of homeless people in post-Soviet Kharkov, as part of the Case History series, by the Ukrainian-born photographer Boris Mikhailov.
Nostalgia. The Persistence of Memory, by Salvador Dalí.
Imagination. Broadway Boogie-Woogie, by Piet Mondrian. Overheard: a female guide, talking to a group of 7-8 year old kids, who are sitting on the floor, in front of the painting, "...the painter fell in love with New York city, so much that he made this painting. Do you think it looks like New York?" The answers were unanimous: "Nooooo..." One girl elaborates, "It does not look like New York at all, but it reminds me of the rhymes of jazz..."
Reality. The disturbing images of homeless people in post-Soviet Kharkov, as part of the Case History series, by the Ukrainian-born photographer Boris Mikhailov.
Nostalgia. The Persistence of Memory, by Salvador Dalí.
Imagination. Broadway Boogie-Woogie, by Piet Mondrian. Overheard: a female guide, talking to a group of 7-8 year old kids, who are sitting on the floor, in front of the painting, "...the painter fell in love with New York city, so much that he made this painting. Do you think it looks like New York?" The answers were unanimous: "Nooooo..." One girl elaborates, "It does not look like New York at all, but it reminds me of the rhymes of jazz..."
233. Wall Street under a light shower. Wearing a light brown suit and a tie, an African-American, sixy-something man is standing in the middle of the street, delivering an agitated soliloquy punctuated by his own claps. Anna turns around to me, "this guy is having a bad day..."
Fifth Avenue under a heavy shower. Wearing a light grey suit and a tie, a dark-hair, fourty-something man is waiting at the traffic lights, tapping one foot to his iPod music. Briefly, he stops tapping to greet a nearby military man, "Sir, thank you for doing your job..." Anna turns around to me, "this guy is having a good day..."
Abercrombie & Fitch on Fifth Avenue. At the entrance of this three-storied, low-light, loud-music shop, a half-naked African-American male model stands idly to greet customers, who are encouraged to pose, individually, next to him. Then, as some teenage girl wets her pants, a female employee takes a Polaroid picture of the artificial couple, and gives it free of charge to the girl, so that she can drool over it for the next few weeks.
Times Square. In front of the stairs near the TKTS Broadway-discount booth, a girl is playing guitar, wearing a jeans mini skirt, a pair of white boots, a cowboy hat, and nothing else. "Tips," it is written on her left leg, with an arrow pointing down toward the boot. Gathering around her, men are taking photographs. They probably appreciate her music.
Fifth Avenue under a heavy shower. Wearing a light grey suit and a tie, a dark-hair, fourty-something man is waiting at the traffic lights, tapping one foot to his iPod music. Briefly, he stops tapping to greet a nearby military man, "Sir, thank you for doing your job..." Anna turns around to me, "this guy is having a good day..."
Abercrombie & Fitch on Fifth Avenue. At the entrance of this three-storied, low-light, loud-music shop, a half-naked African-American male model stands idly to greet customers, who are encouraged to pose, individually, next to him. Then, as some teenage girl wets her pants, a female employee takes a Polaroid picture of the artificial couple, and gives it free of charge to the girl, so that she can drool over it for the next few weeks.
Times Square. In front of the stairs near the TKTS Broadway-discount booth, a girl is playing guitar, wearing a jeans mini skirt, a pair of white boots, a cowboy hat, and nothing else. "Tips," it is written on her left leg, with an arrow pointing down toward the boot. Gathering around her, men are taking photographs. They probably appreciate her music.
234. Top of the Rock Observation Deck at Rockefeller Center.
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