Tuesday evening on 5th Avenue where I had gone to hear a talk by Susan Isaacs at the Fiction Center -- except that when we got there we discovered we had got the wrong night. So we looked at all the lights instead.
So tall and white and bold.
Saks had lovely windows of children creating patterns with light -- and their clothes look comfortable and charming at the same time.
Is that a relative of Buster's beneath the tree?
Ah, the magic of snow globes to shake and shake!
Lots of people around, therefore lots of police. A most elegant horse.
The building is belted in glitter with icicles falling....
And something like trees maybe heading upwards.....
So much to look at and take photos of.....
like these snooty ice maidens in the windows of Bergdorf Goodman
with their slightly wistful friend
in some mysterious performance
where peacocks abound
and almost drown me in feathers.