The annoying DKNY wall on Lafayette & Broadway

I always found this DKNY thing to be a bit annoying. Why? Because it screams for a photograph. You come around the corner and you get the feeling you just luckily discovered a great subject to photograph. The next thing you do is standing right in front of it noticing how large this thing is. A barely fits into the frame, and the result is a dull picture of a painted wall.

Now I think I know how to deal with those things. It is still the reason why I took the picture in the first place, but I pushed it a little bit in the background so the viewer's eye can have the pleasure to discover it itself.

OLIVA


This picture looks so random that I almost started justifying its existence, but I'll keep myself from doing that. Pictures that come with less text are often more interesting...I heard.

One thing that I noticed though, while going through those photographs for the first time was the name of this restaurant. It instantly reminded me of an ex-roommate of mine who used to always call me Oliva. She did this to mimick my pathetic attempts in pronouncing my own name in American English. I think I improved a lot in pronouncing it, but she still calls me Oliva. She does that with such a passion, I fear that she will keep doing that foreva.
Anyway, just a little story on the side in case this photograph doesn't tell you anything.

Giant Red Cube

You see the black car in the back? That's my Mitsubishi. I parked it there and shortly after the spot in front of mine got available. This silver-gray Mitsubishi that you see in the picture parked in front of me. I didn't notice that until he used his remote control to lock his doors a couple of times. That little honk his Mitsu made sounded exactly like mine, that's how it got my attention.
I don't know what this guy's problem was, and why he was remotely locking it several times. He acted like a German who parks on a New York City street for the first time :-)

The fun thing was that I was far away from him and still had my remote control in my pocket. While he was leaving, I pressed my key which made my car honk and sound exactly like his car. He turned around and I could see his confusion even from that distance.

So what did he do? Of course...pressed his remote control button again. So did I. So did he. So did I - a couple of times perfectly in sync. This went on for minutes...great entertainment :-)
At some point he probably noticed that someone is playing a game with him and walked away.

Not really a funny story? Well, that's about as much fun as one can have in Lower Manhattan on a cold Sunday night. That's seriously it. So be glad you are not there right now and let me remotely lay your eyes on this giant red cube.