How to preserve a hero.
Okay, so I might as well level with you. This isn't a real person, and the photo below isn't actually of a former Village People...they are mannequins! Sorry for trying to pull the wool (or plastic bag) over your eyes! *
The odd thing is, C and I were just breezing along the street in NYC's financial district, trying to evade the invading hordes of Quebec tourists, when we stumbled into this odd assortment of dummies--ones that weren't moving or talking. As their get-ups were completely unrelated to each other there was no discernible rhyme or reason for them to be assembled together. We must have just missed some sort of photo shoot, but of what and why? Maybe it was a really low budget film and they couldn't even afford extras so they just raided Macy's old disused props from the 1970's. Perhaps it was just a normal sort of happening on the streets of the Big Apple. The mangy lot were being all bundled up and whisked off in carts by a very efficient and speedy crew: I had just enough time to snap a few pictures before they disappeared back to the mysterious place from whence they came. I think it makes for a pretty good illustration of the word "cryptic" (as in Tales From the Crypt).