All their subway ads were for medical experiments seeking human subjects and they had fewer lines than there were primary colors.
And everyone wore the same two styles of boots- professor LL Beanish outdoorsey ankle boots, or snow boots that looked like the Michelin Man's legs.
So what if the subway information guys were really nice and made sure I got the right metro card and went through the right gate. What's nice when you got cars full of style and panache and more ways to get where you're going than there are shades of pink in a paint store?
MY PRIVATE CONEY presents IT WAS HER NEW YORK, the short stories that accompany the work-in-progress video and photo collection of the same name (myprivateconey.com - media link - IT WAS HER NEW YORK). The stories and the media explore the tender rubble that holds both my mother, Florence's and New York's soul as one disappears into old age and the other into gentrification. All are real observations and/or experiences with very little tall-tale telling.
Except when it makes the story better.
Please visit myprivateconey.com for additional information and sample works.