Sometimes New York City is so beautiful I want to fuck it. Okay, this is not for children. You know what, not everything is for children. The question is where is the pussy. The answer is simple, Grand Central Station. The other day I was walking downtown towards it, and I began to feel the same way I feel at an exhibit of Georgia O’Keefe.

The king kong of all clichés, is that New York is full of skyscrapers, and well you know what they represent, ya know. But NYC as a city is actually very potent for those interested in the more curvy gender. The insanely great Frank Gehry has just built one of his contraptions just off what I call the West Side Highway, but I don’t think the West Side Highway is there anymore, and I’m just waiting for some skatekid to board all over it (ah, please guys/gals don’t do it, this is just a joke, and you will hurt yourself bad.) It’s for the mogul Barry Diller’s headquarters for his company of internet sites, and looking at it, all I could think of was the wrap-dress. Barry’s wife Diane von Furstenberg designed that.

There is a certain dusky, some might say smoggy (but ny stylie, not la), thing ‘bout my city at a certain time of the day, afternoon, late afternoon, that is well, like mascara. The city is so sensual then, and stares at you through its big beautiful smoky eyes, like to say, I’m staring at you through my big beautiful smoky eyes. That’s when I want to push up against it, and whisper with a hazy sexy urgency.

“I want us to kiss, without knowing each other’s names.”

It’s not character that’s destiny, although character is not a cartoon, it’s anonymity. The hero of the brilliant television series, Mad Men, set in New York in 1960, is living under a completely self-assumed identity. He has to tell someone who he really is, and that someone is a woman (uh not his wife), a working single woman living in the city (there’s actually two of them). His wife is at home in suburbia with the kids. But is who he really is, who he really is? The difference felt between the city and suburbia is one of the themes of Mad Men. For some men in this city that’s what it’s all about; you’re nobody, but a beautiful nobody, until you go down to Grand Central and get on board. That’s where babies come from. And that makes this, after all, for children.