Friday, July 28, 2006

In Manhattan, it's not the heat

...and it's not the humidity neither. It's the smell that the heat brings up. Today 40th street smelled like a melange of pee, corpses and exhaust.

"Oi, did an antelope die in here?"

It makes one long for the kinder, simpler summer smells of my childhood such as:

Eau de Ferret-Filled Apartment

Halal Meat Cart Splash

Chanel # Homeless Guy with Gangrene