Manhattan's Paparazzi Dogs Are Proof of Its Death


Looks like something out of Bojack Horseman.
Why should they come to seattle? You hate most of our “quirky” public art here too Charles.
Charles, I don't think they're a permanent fixture there.

This website says "First appearing in 2013 the interactive “Paparazzi Dogs” have attracted millions of fans in Melbourne, Sydney, Singapore, Beijing and Shanghai.." and "Most recently these doggone creatures stood beneath the Manhattan Bridge in the Pearl Street Triangle, as well as at the entrance to the Main Street Dog Run at Plymouth and Adams Streets, both in Brooklyn."

I saw them last year, on my third-in-a-row spring visit to New York. While I'm certainly not crazy about them, I'm also not as put off by them as you are. I wouldn't like it, however, if they were there permanently.

I believe you go to New York quite often. Did you happen to catch Fata Morgana by Teresita Fernández back in 2015-2016? I saw it in May 2015, on my first visit. It was in Madison Square Park and was the coolest work of public art I've ever seen. I would love to see that kind of public art in Seattle. In reading about Fernández after seeing that piece, I discovered that she also has a piece in Olympic Sculpture Park: Seattle Cloud Cover, which I don't find all that appealing, nothing at all like the stunning and beautiful Fata Morgana.

By the way, one of my favorite gardens in New York is right across the street from the triangle where those dogs are: the Jefferson Market Garden. An amazing oasis in the heart of Greenwich Village, gorgeous in the spring when the tulips are in bloom. And I love the library buiding too.
In my opinion, one of the most hideous pieces of public art ever foisted on a city.
Charles, did the stranger get hacked?
Last night there was a strange post just above this one. It was time stamped at 1 a.m., and the byline was for someone called the Night Sloger.
Now it's gone.
Any ideas?
Once again, Charles shows us that he does not love cities.

He loves a fantasy setting he found in books as an impressionable child, when he did not understand the difference between real cities and this book fantasy. That confusion persists to this very day.

Charles can only falsely love a living city, and even this he can do only on his first encounter, when he can tell himself he is seeing the fantasy made real, before the hateful reality, in all its endless detail, barges in and knocks the stars out of his eyes.
This post makes me miss Jen Graves.
@7: Right? She also knew how to write paragraphs with sentences longer than four words, and without constantly name-dropping obscure Marxist thinkers.

If it took until this post for you to miss Jen Graves then there's much more wrong with you than anyone realized.
@9 Give me a moment and I come up with a snappy reply.

Take a couple.
"My Manhattan."

God damn are you a redneck Charles. What a provincial hick.
@11: I think we'd all love to have Jen Graves return, but regardless we wish her well and look forward to her continued success.