One of the most remarkable things about New York City is that in the course of even one day, you run across pretty much the whole of humanity and every possible way that humans choose to act or express themselves. It makes for never-ending theater, comic and tragic, curious conversations, and an enormous degree of tolerance, directness, and creativity. Much as the police and other authorities try to contain and subdue New Yorkers — and often succeed at doing so, especially in regard to specific types of people — there’s also a way in which this city is too big and too chaotic to restrain. So one constantly witnesses actions and words, large and small, that are basically great big “fuck yous” to the policing of public space. Here are two I found today — basically with the same message, but one of them obvious and the other one not-(quite)-so-obvious.
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(Photos by Cindy Milstein, NYC streets, November 23, 2013)