elegantly dressed New York
Or: in which Ms Baroque wishes she was in New York (like she didn't always). Or: in which Ms Baroque has nothing to say and little time in which to say it. Sorry. But there is a whole series, on this wonderful New York photography blog, of pictures of a snowfall last week; the guy has a way of photographing Central Park, making it look like a nineteenth-century engraving. Or: in which Ms B wishes she was more attentive to other people on the Tube (and in which "more attentive" probably means "more sympathetic")...
5 comments:
Wonderful photograph, Ms B - a lovely find.
I've found you via Ms Dreamy and glad to have done so. This morning I had an email saying Al Kooper was not to tour the UK in April for all sorts of reasons. Now Al is not a household name in most houses but he's a legend in ours - at least with me, if not Mrs H. Al had a great album in the early 70s called New York City (You're a Woman). The second line of the song was, "cold hearted bitch, ought to be your name."
I recall Suzanne Vega defining NYC as a woman. I can think of no one that has sang of the city as a man.
And while I'm in this New York State of Mind let me say that they're great photographs.
I was there just last week! Sigh. Such a city. Of course, I'm not displeased to be back in the 65 degrees early springtime. We've got the weather, but wow, do they ever have the buildings.
Quink, glad you like it!
Richard, thanks for coming along, and what about Frank Sinatra? Re your cold-hearted bitch remark, there's a poem by Phyllis McGinley called the Love Song of New York - I think - whcih I'll look out and try and remember to type some in - it's really fun.
Clay, were you there? How fab, and I guess good to get back. Though I'd prefer to stay. I'm well aware that I owe you an email, too.
mmmm....I'm not sure that Frank was sexually explicit! I look forward to the poem...
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