by This is an “I love people” shot for me. The Flat Iron building is right behind this girl, so they’re making it look like she’s squeezing the building between her hands. I thought they looked cute.
Stacy Horn
I've written six non-fiction books, the most recent is Damnation Island: Poor, Sick, Mad, and Criminal in 19th-Century New York.
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Whew! I’m just relieved at a return to normal after all the scary Santas.
Hey, I know how this works!
Not for nothing did I spend my youth watching midnight horror movies.
See, the way this works is that some mysterious pods suddenly appear in the garage or back yard or something. Then you go to sleep and presto! Some guy who looked like you was growing in the pod, and he rises up as a full-grown Santa.
Or maybe it was a black lagoon…
Anyway, it’s too bad that Giuliani isn’t still mayor. He wouldn’t permit this…
Ha. People in the city have very mixed feelings about the Santas. Apparently some of them get quite drunk and disorderly as the night gets on. But in the afternoon they were singing and laughing and they were a pleasure to be around.