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Fall in NEW YORK…a walk up and down Madison Avenue | Mario Rivoli

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Fall in NEW YORK…a walk up and down Madison Avenue

A wonderful strut up and down New York’s Madison Avenue, taking pictures of fashionable “designer windows” that were gearing up for the push for holiday season…a brilliant glowing box after box, I realized the farther down Madison you go the bigger the discount the darker the air…what a world of wealth and chic…Baccarat was dazzling, just placing a cut glass vase on a lit cube and spot lit…wow…Fred Leighton can do no wrong with there merchandising …giant Mexican mixed metal birds perched in each window set a tone of tropical holidays…tall manikins in white fur in fake snow…all expressionless, heads high as if smelling cheese…shameless…how exhilarating capturing an energy we have a weaker version of in the West…catching a glimpse of the diamond lit Empire State Building between streets in the rain…a window dedicated to fragrances and factices-giant versions of favorite perfume bottles…in the 30’s a giant Joseph Cornell surprise, a collaged gypsy wagon planted and festooned with candy, newspapers, mags tiny packages of color all stuffed into a large rectangle lit with neon reflection…the discounts were now 40% or more, the streets were less lit and less populated-less music…with every street downtown the life was being drained; I wondered how dark it would get coming to the end of Madison at 23rd…and how different the drama on West Broadway…black windows, dark streets-no commerce at night inside…how different the look, smells…I remember sniffing fried rice 3 blocks before Chinatown…hollow atmosphere, then Battery Park black silhouetted trees against a silver river…tug boat one note jazz.

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