Two-story air-filled white rabbits are decorating Capitalism Central—an area near the World Trade Center in downtown Manhattan. Oh the metaphors you could draw from that, but instead, here are some photos of the seven giant bunnies. The art installation is called Intrude, by Amanda Parer. It is at the Brookfield Center—formerly The World Financial Center—on the Hudson River for just a week.
Click on an image to enlarge it, and you can scroll through them all and see the captions.
Inside the glass building that used to be called the World Financial Center and is now Brookfield Center, a massive rabbit competes for size with the giant palm trees.
Outside on the plaza by the Hudson, as the sun set, the rabbits began to glow.
Giant rabbit at sunset
As night fell, the rabbits glowed.
Rabbit and the Hudson River looking at New Jersey. On the left is the Colgate neon clock across the river.
Steve brought his rabbit, Walt Whitman (named that because he likes leaves of grass). Walt also likes sculpture. And rabbits, even though he’s actually a hare.
Walt and Steve
Steve took this.
Steve’s photo of Walt and big buddy.
Steve’s photo of Walt and another buddy.
I saw this great girl leaping around, and asked her to do a bunny hop with Walt. Her name is Arva.
Steve captured another jumper.
Walt and I were diverted by this forest of wallpaper.
On the bike ride home around the Battery, Steve and I stopped at the new fish-themed carousel. This is a close up. Another time I’ll post a picture that makes more sense. Meantime, it’s about the shapes.
As we came back to our Lower East Side on our own East River, we saw these fireworks. The Statue of Liberty is at left with the colorful smoke swirling around her.
Here are some of the fantastic people (and one rabbit) who caught my eye. Click on an image to enlarge it, and you can scroll through them all.
Gentlemen in black and white
Ear seller, but his bonnet says “Vietnam Vet”
Mix of cultures
Her Dad thought this was sacreligous
From the steps of St. Patrick’s Cathedral
She channeled the ’50s
Adrian and her rabbit, Elizabeth Taylor
Saks Fifth Ave. window
Pizza man on 49th St.
A great moment in a great chilly brilliant day in New York:
I stopped in front of the Punjab Deli on Houston St. on the Lower East Side to lean on an iron rail basking for a few minutes in the sunshine. A tiny ancient person, bent over a bubbe cart, passed and said, “It’s nice in the sun.” I said it sure was. She stopped, turned her head up toward me, and out of the side of her mouth, like she was telling me a secret, she said, “I’m going to the corner for cookies.”
About five minutes later, I headed the same way, and she had just made it to the corner, that’s how slowly she was going. I was surprised that she went into the fancy Union Market. I went in behind her, but the narrow lanes were crowded, so I hesitated as the old woman trundled on. Then came the highlight of the day: She shouted at the good-looking tall people in the way, “Get the fuck outta the aisle.”
I went on to Tompkins Square Park in the East Village where the most magnificent elm is shedding its leaves.