Only in New York City, of course.
While out walking the High Line converted railway, I spotted what I thought was a fella creeping in the window… just a friendly wave, though. It struck me as a pretty strong metaphor for NYC, actually.
There's something hopeful and hopeless about this. The spaces are there because they were once filled and are now not (like too many small towns around the Northeast), and yet, they remain there as a reminder of the potential, the possibilities. Half full, half empty. Your call.
Larger version here: Future Present Past Imperfect
The best job in all of graphic design really must be creating warning signs