The sexpot blonde, smiling teasingly while pretending to control the pleats of her billowing halter dress, blown askew by an unexpected gust of air from underfoot.
Would that that iconic image of Marilyn Monroe on the subway grate (Lexington & 53rd) were the reality of subway woes: Oops! Caught unaware in a full skirt, a hot girl might give passersby an unexpected show. We wish. Instead, for millions of New Yorkers, another work day, another commute. And the chance for serious subway anguish.
It has been the NYC story of the summer, one of derailments, track fires, passengers trapped underground without air-conditioning, and back-and-forth sniping between governor and mayor. How to fix it? Fund it? Determine priorities? Meanwhile, most commuters have long since made peace with the grime, the overcrowding, a stranger’s sweaty armpit in one’s face, the occasional rodent sighting. They now feel every day like Alfred P. Doolittle on his wedding day: Just get me to my work on time — and safely, without major incident. As causes go, not a sexy one.
Which is why this industry can take pride in the fact that when Gov. Andrew Cuomo’s office announced its Subway Partnership Program late last month, two of the
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