Window Gazing, NYC
She isn’t a mermaid, but she’s surrounded by enormous, silent fish made of blue and green glass, and her space behind the window could as easily be filled with ocean as with air. I like how the window displays of Bergdorf Goodman are simply not possible. How can a zebra be constructed of paper, or a polar bear consist of silk fringes? How can a powerful, confident girl fly in the sea?
I love that otherworldly views are given to us unexpectedly, without explanation. They do not coyly advertise particular goods. Someone spent painstaking hours constructing monkeys, spider webs, ostriches, peacocks and rays and trusted that we would marvel.
We do. We gape outside on the gray sidewalk, in real life, taking turns politely with other tourists so they can have a chance to look, to have their photos snapped before the scenes. We’re transported by the details and whimsy. We’re reminded we have imaginations, too. We never leave.