Restaurants in a faux old-fashioned diner style are very common these days. In New York City, it’s still pretty easy to find one that’s actually authentic (in the sense that it’s been around since the genre’s original heydays).
I really like this elegant sculpture of a young man that actually seems enhanced and not ruined by the fact that it is missing its top half. Thus I’m embarrassed to say that the title that first came to mind for this image was “half-faced”; you know, as in not two-faced or shi*-faced but half-faced. Sometimes even when it seems like my mind wants to be operating in tune with a more sophisticated aesthetic, it seems to get derailed by my decidedly unsophisticated juvenile sense of humor.
I don’t know if this is supposed to depict the moon (likely not) or what the entire carved panel in the Egyptian exhibit at the Metropolitan Museum of Art actually looks like. I’m sure I noticed at the time but as happens to me at times, I was so drawn to this detail I neglected to photograph the whole thing. Perhaps it’s better that way. It tells a unique story when taken out of the larger context.