SIDEWALK CLOSED PLEASE USE OTHER SIDE
Often seen during heavy demolition, weeks later taken down establishing a two story temporary façade, several layers then painted the predominant shade of this store’s well known branded color scheme. Prada sealed the public’s view under construction, nearly eighteen months by a charcoal grey exterior wall, stenciled in high gloss ten inch black letters completing logo insignia, Hermés, milk chocolate brown plus their horsey crest over pumpkin orange. Oddly enough graffiti artists typically stay off limits, no loopy gang tags; Haringesque imagery or pasted up variations by information posters, an unspoiled front throughout those final days, when last minute interior details meet a team of leathered sole official ratification. Hard hat, steel toe boots, frayed Carhartt manly regalia between almost always unshaven, extra brawny hours on site, 7am to 4pm, where most level headed vandal’s judgment finds daily deterrent. Hazard yellow grimy extension cords drape intermittent matching plastic cage sockets for austere 100 watt bulbs; a sluggish security guard paces his night bone chilling shift.
There has been a death. Unlike Bob Dylan, upon one sorrow none can replace, close, stronger than chemistry, although never, presumably reached physical contact. Hung outside this blog’s WordPress portal a sable wreath, virtual indeed preserve all prayer, some other far removed year, no person here actually died, pooh-pooh such a prosaic idea. Rouse thy shall; prompt be thine occurrence this transformation, be gone your effort not in vain, thee amateur quill these shackles now picked, mine unlocked, fate’s gate before publishment, opening soon.
