From France to Italy in thirty seconds

My favorite part was the suicide. I like it when lighting and sound complement a man's decision to send himself flailing off a bridge. As you can see from this photo, Craig and I got there early. The couple sitting in an empty red theatre reminds me of a scary Kevin Bacon movie I've seen. If you can name it, you can have it. To clarify, the couple I'm referring to is them, not us. As hard as I try, I can't seem to take pictures of myself from an omniscient perspective.

Speaking of omniscience, as we were walking back toward the subway in the hammering rain, I asked Craig to take a shot of me pointing to Tony Danza's name on a marquee.

"I'll do you one better," Craig said. "There's Tony now."

Behold.



He's quite a tiny guy. That's him signing a Who's the Boss? DVD for what looks to be a morphotronic female with red antennae coming out around her head. But it could just be some chick. Craig asked him if he'd take a picture with me and he politely declined with his spectacular voice. He truly is the boss.