The escalators at Macy's clatter. I have been waiting my whole life for something to clatter--to truly clatter. The escalators at Macy's do. They are wood, and clatter in a way that, even though I have only recently become unafraid of escalators, makes my soul sing.
I am not especially fond of Macy's. It is too large, for one thing, and usually quite crowded. Also, it is a department store. I detest department stores. But now I want to ride those escalators up. I want to ride those escalators down. I want to wear my most teetery heels and risk catching them in the wide, wooden grooves. The escalators at Macy's, they clatter.
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6 maids a-milking:
Clatter is a very good word. But those look like very unreliable escalators. The (british) part of me that worries about such things wants to stand and tut. The rest of me wants to play on clattering wooden escalators while squealing gleefully.
I loooove the Macy's escalators. xo
In fact, they clatter down to homewares, which is one of David's favorite places in all of NYC. Not so much mine. I don't like Macy's.
they also clatter all the way up to mattressland, where joe and i cavorted uncomfortably with a bunch of strangers who were also trying to pretend to be asleep. shopping is strange.
Of all the things that have ever made me want to see New York, isn't it strange this is one of the strongest?
very cool shot. visiting from Laura's blog. hope you are well.
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