Living uptown can be a crack up. En route to school one morning, just steps from our building we saw film notices for “Gossip Girl,” one of our favorite emissions. And beyond that stood two paparazzi, “guys, it’s 7:30am,” I snapped their picture as they took ours.
Same morning, 15 minutes later, across town, more television crews were set up to shoot “Kings.” The great thing about their scenes were bicycles for rent, similar to the system in place in Paris, and recycling bins alongside trash cans. Too bad it’s only make believe.
Though the streets of the City have been quiet over the past few days of an extended Presidents Weekend, I’ve been out and about strolling the boulevard. Prim and proper Park Avenue matrons continue to wear their fine furs, given the chilly climate. I’m talking financial and weather. It’s unlikely anyone has been spared the crash of the stock market and it’s repeatedly said that no one is buying anything so my conclusion is that the wearers of these coats are utilitarian in wearing their old furs to keep warm. Somehow, given the hard economic times, seems a suitable sign of the times, dead animals combined with luxe. Brrrrr.