Photo by myself from the train crossing to Brooklyn. The Brooklyn Bridge and Lower Manhattan skyline are in view through the smudgy glass.
To be sure, there are easier ways to take photographs of the Brooklyn Bridge, than hanging from a subway pole.
Speaking of poles, have people outside of New York taken to the idea of pole dancing?
A sweet, unassuming former coworker reportedly took such a class. I'd never imagine her draped around a chrome pole, never mind wearing a mini skirt. Apparently, some of her fellow dancers had poles installed in their apartments so they could practice.
None of the projects I've worked on has ever had anything so unique.
Mirrors that raise into the ceiling, to reveal hidden flat screen televisions? Sure. Outdoor fireplaces? Of course.
But no floor to ceiling pole dancing poles. Yet.