While my visiting friend marveled at the Flatiron Building and explained its historical significance to his son, I snapped a couple of shots of the people lingering in front of it. I like observing people whose closets must look vastly different from mine. (My outfit that day was a champagne-colored down jacket, jeans, sneakers, and a beaten-up red shoulder bag. Unlike these fashionistas I left my fedora and sky-high legs at home.)
Extending from the tip of the ground floor of the Flatiron is a clear, glass-enclosed space that displays rotating art exhibits. Unlike a typical art gallery window, which displays several works to draw you in, the art you see in these windows are the exhibit.
This is what’s up now.