Given how much sleep I've needed lately, to get things done I try to strike while I'm alert. That led to me driving into Manhattan around 5:30 am Sunday to see if any of the Chinese New Year window displays I expected were still up. They weren't, but I did catch some interesting stuff, maybe because it's Fashion Week and a lot of stores tend to do more creative displays when that's going on.
This is Bergdorf Goodman for Pat McGrath Labs:
Bloomingdale's, for its Bright Lights, Big Pretty series, which is also cosmetics-inspired:
By the time I reached Bloomingdale's the sun had already risen, thus the blue light in some areas of the photos.
But, man, driving in Manhattan makes me sad these days. And anxious. It used to be adventure and freedom, but now it's drive at this really slow speed, don't park there, can't drive here, can't turn left here, or here, or here, can't drive here, smile because you're on camera, enjoy these utterly ridiculous "pedestrian plazas" and bus-only lanes making you feel hemmed in to one or two lanes where you used to be able to use four (or more), where you can still see the old four (or more). It makes me feel claustrophobic and paranoid.
Governor Cuomo is talking about congestion pricing and tolls on the East River crossings. FML. Like any citizen of Queens should be expected to pay to prop up the MTA, which gives us the least transit coverage in the city. Give us options, then maybe we'd drive less. Like I should have to pay an arm and a leg to access mainland USA.
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