Love the look of the food truck, parked last night in Midtown on Third Avenue. Among the Wachovia and Chase branches and Ann Taylor blandness, it shot such a bolt of color and originality into the dull, corporate intersection.
I particularly like this little neon light in the windshield.
The original, running Jeremiad on the vestiges of Old New York as they are steamrolled under or threatened by the currently ruthless real estate market and the City Fathers' disregard for Gotham's historical and cultural fabric. Est. January 2006. Contact Me
I have lived in New York City since 1988 and earn my bread as a writer. I began this blog in January 2006. Beyond that, don't be so nosy.
"I am not a pessimist; to perceive evil where it exists is, in my opinion, a form of optimism."