My favorite New York parade by far. The woman who dyed her poodle pink and green escaped my camera; I was in the restaurant, two stories above the street, looking out with my mouth full of scalloped potatoes.
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Easter Dandies
My family has an Easter tradition of eating brunch at the Peninsula hotel, then going outside to Fifth Avenue to march in the parade of sartorial queens, do-dandies, and bow-tie’d church-goers who stroll up and down the street and preen. The highlight was chasing after Bill Cunningham as he stalked two women who I had just overheard softly hissing, ‘What happened to that cameraman?’ ‘Which cameraman?’ ‘The one from the New York Times!?’
My favorite New York parade by far. The woman who dyed her poodle pink and green escaped my camera; I was in the restaurant, two stories above the street, looking out with my mouth full of scalloped potatoes.
My favorite New York parade by far. The woman who dyed her poodle pink and green escaped my camera; I was in the restaurant, two stories above the street, looking out with my mouth full of scalloped potatoes.