I only saw the windows along Fifth Ave., apparently less creepy than the others, but still strange. Above, the window woman protects her cake from passersby.
Below left, a sophisticate puffs past the even snootier woman in the window, dressed in a whipped cream gown. Below right, a familiar sight -- I can't think of a serious painter who does not paint by chandelier while surrounded by dead stuffed animals.
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Below left, the Birdwoman of Bergdorf Goodman, staring down a cuckoo clock. (I fear for the lawn in nearby Central Park if she has to eat her weight in worms every day.) Below right, a stuffed woman dressed in down, surrounded by stuffed birds and a pigeon palace. (I think the window designers went a little overboard with the pair of "egg heads" at the bottom.)
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Below left, I think the woman is supposed to be surfing the bottom of the sea, under a phony waterfall of resin and seasick green lighting; the only part I like is the cutaway seabed. And finally, below right, another angle on the scene up top, with a clear view of the aristocratically attired grinch monkey hanging by its tail, fishing for plaster frosted cake.
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