Now that Christmas is over, we can sit back and think about the true meaning of Christmas with views like this one…
And ponder how Jesus died for the benefit of commercial consumerism.
The Broken Art Of Pay Phones
We get a kick out of the charade of public pay phones here in New York City…
Most pay phones we come across are either completely busted like the one on the left, and most others have stickers on the receiver like the phone on the right that state “no dial tone.” This allows for no actual phone calls to be made, and thereby ensures that no plebian can accidentally get in the way of, or distract, the real purpose of the modern-day pay phone booths — the advertising that adorns the three sides that aren’t the charade of a telephone.
But this shot makes us wonder… if advertisers can figure out how to make the inside of a subway car one giant ad, why haven’t advertisers figured out a way to sell the inside space of the faux pay phones?
Hurricane Irene Fright
This wall on Collister Street in Manhattan was terrified by the thought of Hurricane Irene heading up to New York City.
If only these walls could talk… but at least they have facial expressions!
The Ghost Of Future Hope
We spotted the Ghost of Future Hope in Tribeca.
And he’s a wacky looking fellow to say the least…
The Real Breasts Of New York
While on an afternoon stroll, we spotted a couple of fine racks along the streets of Manhattan.
Above is the set of boobs found along Staple Street in Tribeca, and below we found man-boy-boobie-face on Great Jones Street in the Bowery.
BOOBIES!!!