Can never be too safe in the city of New York:

Like Bellevue, rats in the subway and a man who rain, shine or snow, stands in Times Square in his tighty-whities. What is it? Well, behold:

Yes, it is the hot dog stand. What exactly were you expecting? If it was the naked cowboy, feel free to scroll down. He brings the sex to the website. I just bring the photos. Another photo you say? Well, fine then:

We are just not meant to know:

Wait, what up?  First we got naked cowboys, now the word sex.  What is going on up in here?  Don’t worry.  This place will return to boring, momentarily:

But come on, the read ties kind of make it, don’t they?

I got all excited that this was yet another person to add to my compendium of strange people that have crossed my lens since I started this genius blog, but then I found out that this was actually an ad for a new program on the unfortunately named SyFy network about a white rabbit and some little girl named Alice.

Down the rabbit hole we go, I guess.

Or does he?

I mean really, does it get any better?:

Just to clarify, I am referring to George Hurrell, great golden age of Hollywood photographer, not the Cambridge ice cream institution.  In case you were all wondering.

No, these are not Hollywood stars, but these are the Bergdorf Goodman Christmas windows that are always beyond amazing.  I just decided to gild the lily a little bit:

She has no need at all for the glam life, I am telling you.