Wednesday, January 6, 2010
The NYC Morning Commute: Subway Cruising
Especially now in the dead of winter when everyone is bundled and wrapped up, sheathed in thick, wool coats, and wound into complex, knotted scarves, their faces are framed onto a neutral background making it that much easier for me to be a voyeur. While I do not have a particular fetish for corporate office drag per se, I do like the look of a guy all gelled, coiffed, and serious, waiting to start his day. My personal preferences for facial hair and more of a hirsute look aside, Morning Mad Men kind of just send me skipping along with a lighter, happier heart.
And if one of these guys just happens to catch my wandering eye and gives me the internationally-recognized smirk in recognition of gay brotherhood, well, that generates enough heat right in the middle of my chest to keep me warm and floaty through the din and madness of Grand Central Station, all the way to my office. Is there a better way to start a work day?