This shot shows people at the back of the same line that I showed from the front in another Bus Stop image a few weeks ago.
To be fair, I’m not sure this is an actual “I’m not listening” moment, but it’s pretty funny to think that it is, especially as she is totally oblivious to it.
On a scheduling note, I mixed up yesterday’s post with today. I could actually go into more detail, but I expect I already lost everyone one with the phrase “on a scheduling note.”
This is New York City’s former police headquarters, replaced in the early 70s by One Police Plaza, a rather drab ugly structure. Please note, however, that if you read The Alienist, and enjoyed the fictional account of Teddy Roosevelt’s time as Commissioner of New York City’s police department, that headquarters is the one prior to the one pictured here.
This building now houses luxury condominiums, which is probably the best use for it, as it has the money to maintain its beauty, even though few people now get to see the inside. It is in an offbeat location, at the crossways of SoHo, Chinatown and Little Italy, near basically no other buildings that match its grandeur, and sitting on an oddly shaped cramped block that makes it hard to take in the whole building at once, no matter where you stand. As a result, it is to some degree an under appreciated treasure. Those who do know it generally refer to it affectionately by the bland title to this post: the Old Police Building. It does not require any more ornamentation.
“It’s 106 miles to Chicago, we got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it’s dark, and we’re wearing sunglasses.”