Werbose Wednesday

Sorry, I can't do the whole Wordless Wednesday thing. I'm just not that good of a photographer. But I thought that every week I would post photos of New York things that catch my eye and then write a million words about it. Hey, if you don't like it, get an injunction, the court are open!




Ok, do you see the weird thing about this truck? It's the "Driver does not carry cash" sign. Shouldn't it say "Driver does not carry baked goods" instead? Because who needs cash if you can have Entenmann's Walnut Ring? Disclaimer: I do not advocate hijacking Entenmann's trucks for cash or baked goods.

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So Saks has decided to sabotage my plans to post a weekly photo of their window display by having the most sonarific display that I have ever seen. It's enormous bottles of Ralph Lauren perfume bottles.  If there is a huge demand, and a blog riot, I will post the picture, but otherwise, trust me:  yawn.  Not to be deterred, I went across the street and took this picture of the American Girl store display:




I just realized that it's sort of odd that American Girl is right down the block from Saks. Like, it's an easy transition for the girls to graduate from one store to another.

Anyway.

I thought the American Girl window display was interesting and I liked that they prominently featured books, until I thought OMG--does that say "twats"?




Oh. Tawts. What the hell is that? And shouldn't they be more careful about which page they display for all the world to see, with the impressionable minds out there?!

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Finally, here is another image that I see almost every day, when I enter Fifth Avenue.

I bet you've seen this statute of Atlas in front of Rockefeller Center many times. But I like the back view and not just because he has an amazing ass, but because you can see St. Patrick's Cathedral in the background. I wonder if that was the first time that "ass" and "St. Patrick's Cathedral" were combined in the same sentence? On Monday, as I walked across the street from St. Patrick's, a man, dressed in a suit, rushing along, crossed himself, and blew a kiss in its direction. Although I am not a religious person, it was strangely moving to me. Someone, in the morning rush, taking the time to pay tribute to his faith. Good grief, I hope I'm not having a nervous breakdown and getting all sentimental.