NYC Day 2: Material Girl

03May09

The shopping happened today.  The shopping and walking…and walking and shopping.

There was one of these beauties on every other corner.

There was one of these beauties on every other corner.

We started off trying to get to Central Park, but due to a number of egregious navigation errors, we ended up in Greenwich Village instead.  We made the executive decision to pretend like that was our plan all along.

This woman really liked telling her dog he was beautiful.

This woman really liked telling her dog he was beautiful.

We found an adorable sandwich shop in Greenwich called Lenny’s (pretty sure it’s a chain, but at least it’s not the McD’s, okay?) and I had the messiest pile of delicious pastrami and corned beef every conceived by man.

"Home of the world's greatest sandwich"

"Home of the world's greatest sandwich"

Not much to look at, but really.  So good.

Not much to look at, but really. So good.

Next we ventured on to SoHo in search of the brand new Top Shop store, the first to open in the US.  We were greeted by three stories of neon tank tops with zippered backs, 5-inch grey and pink leather t-strap stilettos, and more 6-foot-tall amazon model women than you could shake a Fendi at.

What if your job was to be that mannequin?

What if your job was to be that mannequin?

We also visited an adorable boutique on the way to TS where picture taking wasn’t allowed.  I therefore HAD to snap this beauty of the treasure trove of little antiques they had for sale.

Like your mom's closet...if your mom was Ivana Trump.

Like your mom's closet...if your mom was Ivana Trump.

Being that we are indeed here to learn about the fine art of advertising, a few gems of the city didst not escape our glance:

On the base of a traffic light.  What it's about time for, I'm not quite sure.

On the base of a traffic light. What it's about time for, I'm not quite sure.

Message: wearing our jeans will result in a drug-induced orgy of denim-y fun.

Message: wearing our jeans will result in a drug-induced orgy of denim-y fun.

Don't stand under them and try to read, you'll just look dense.

Don't stand under them and try to read, you'll just look dense.

And dozens of bubble vendors were out en masse on a nice day like today.  Here’s the best way I can think of to sell bubbles to unsuspecting passersby (thanks to Erin @emaydavis for the narration).

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