Caught

Walking down the street just now deep in thought I must have been having a private conversation with myself.
A man passes me and says "girl, you don't gotta talk to yourself. You can talk to me, girl. I'm right here."
Now there's a good pick up line!

Blown Away Tie

seen in a store front window in Brooklyn:

a local home decor/antique store updated their window display playfully giving a halloween twist to this iconic image. and i love how my impromptu phone photo actually captures the essence of a magazine page break by the window panes.

p.s. thanks to r for letting me call her right back - i was mid-call when i stopped dead on the sidewalk in front of this visual display.

and here's the classic:

Objects in the Mirror are Crazier than they Appear

When I lived in Inwood (an area so far at the tippy top of Manhattan, it's practically Canada), there was a guy we called American Psycho. He sat all day in his window with jam box blaring 80s tunes and mock screaming along. By mock screaming, I mean he never actually used his voice, but rather mouthed screaming which is just way creepier. He would also mock scream at passers-by and do some kind of weird dance in the window frame.

Every neighborhood has their requisite crazy person - especially in New York. I only now checked on NYMag and they have only have 23 blogs tagged with "crazy people," which I actually found to be shockingly minimal. Clearly, we can all agree that we have run into more that 23 on the subways alone.

I have just come across a new one around the corner from my house. Well, I have not seen him per se, I have only seen the markings of a crazy person. And the markings alone are enough to spook the willies out of me. (see, it even has me messing up my idioms)

I was walking to a friend's house in the neighborhood the other evening when I saw what looked like a plastic bag tied to the window grate. It was an odd thing, so I had a stop pause while my eyes focused and my head tried to wrap around the idea of what I was actually seeing. That's not a plastic bag, that's a car side mirror. Tied and angled to each window grate in opposite directions. I stood staring for several seconds/minutes. Then I snapped a photo.

So obviously, at this point the crazy person knows who I am (of course I pass this street near daily, so I assume he already did), because I am 99% sure that there is some video recording device focused on these mirrors when the said crazy person is not on duty to watch himself. Ok, I don't know that for sure, but I welcome any other insight as to what is actually going on there.
















[shot taken in the day] [shot taken at night]