04.03.09

dear macy’s window display: as i speedwalked along o’farrel street to work, i heard what i assumed was a drunk irish homeless person playing a jaunty hymn on a wooden flute, but then i realized there were other instruments involved. i searched for the source and upon crossing the street, discovered that it was emanating from your oversized diorama of a unicorn in a magical meadow. there are no apparent products in this display–is that because no one is buying anything anyway, so instead you are offering a fantasy to cheer us up from our economic woes? how thoughtful.