Friday, February 10, 2012
I'll Take It
There are big celebrities and small ones. If you're big, perhaps you will have your name in lights on Broadway, on a movie theater marquee, the front page of the tabloids, magazines, your hand or footprints on Hollywood Boulevard, or a long page in Wikipedia.
If you're a small celebrity or a big fish in a small pond, you take what you can get. If you are lucky, like I was, you may be asked to do a small indie documentary film (which remains in limbo). Or, you may find, like I did last night, your name on the mirror, upside down, in a dirty, graffiti-laden bathroom of a local cafe.
Yesterday, I agreed to meet a friend and photographer at Boyd Thai for dinner. I left 520 Broadway, where my office and factory are located, and walked through SoHo. On West Broadway, Peter Lik and his gallery struck a troubled chord. I crossed Houston Street - the setting for many photos I have taken and many stories I have written: The Honest Boy, The Wall, The Cable Building, Angelika Film Center, the traffic island where I first chatted with Mark Birnbaum, Time Landscape, St. Anthony's Church (with its Christmas nativity), Raffetto's, and Arturo's.
Through the South Village, I crossed Bleecker Street - legendary and a destination in itself. I arrived at Boyd Restaurant, featuring Thai cuisine, where we had the early-bird specials. As is often the case, I was given a complementary dessert. After dinner, we agreed to extend our evening out and head for a regular haunt - Think Coffee.
Leaving Boyd, we strolled up Thompson Street, passing by the renowned Chess Shop. Heading east, we flanked Washington Square Park, a world unto its own. We passed by Kimmel, the new NYU student center, and the massive Bobst Library. Across from Courant Institute of Mathematical Sciences on Mercer Street, we arrived at our destination, Think Coffee, where we always find No Negativity.
Just before leaving, my friend used the bathroom. On his return, he told me that my name was stickered on a mirror, which was upside down over the sink. I was assured he was joking, but he assured me that he was not. I entered the bathroom to see for myself, and sure enough, a dubé sticker had been affixed to the mirror. In spite of being framed by graffiti and litter, I was pleasantly surprised. It certainly did not dominate an airspace like T for Trump, but it will likely give me at least 15 minutes of fame. I'll Take It :)