#121, Soho, NYC
For someone with a steel trap mind for details about books, songs, and buildings, I have complete amnesia when it comes to movies. No sooner have I walked out of the theatre than I have all but forgotten what I have just seen. And forget about following complicated plot points. Moving images confuse me. I just go for the dialogue and the popcorn, really.
It's been a long time since I've seen the Godfather, but when I saw these fellas in the window of a custom frame shop, I recognized them instantly. The text above each portrait reads: In Godfather We Trust. I couldn't remember a thing about Tom or Fredo apart from their Sicilian accents and dead-eyed stares, so I brushed up with the Godfather in 1 Minute video, which is worth the watch if only for the "Now take this baby and sprinkle him with water" couplet at 1:51. Soon I was quoting "he sleeps with the fishes" like an old pro.
Godfather or no Godfather, window gazing in Soho is just about as good as it gets. Between galleries and boutiques, every window has its mise-en-scene meticulously sorted out. You feel like you'll get fingerprints on it just by looking. And though some of the brands are the same, it's much more enjoyable than, say, Madison Avenue where all you think of is the money you don't have. Soho retains its downtown vibe, offering a humanizing grit to offset the uber-chic window displays, with cobblestone streets and alleys rife with graffiti and scaffolding and dumpsters. I wouldn't go so far as to say I've seen a horse's head tucked beneath the ramp of a service entrance, but would it surprise me if I did? Of course it would. Severed horse's heads are harsh, even by New York standards.