Normally I dedicate my weekends to my top three career pursuits — power sleeping, beverage guzzling, and overall aimlessness, but this past weekend the forecast called for clear skies and perfect late autumn temperatures in the forties and fifties – excellent weather for shooting pictures here in the Big Apple. The perfect pictures to take? The window dressing decorations courtesy of the major department stores that put on a show every holiday season — Macy’s, Lord & Taylor, Saks Fifth Avenue, Bergdorf Goodman, Barney’s, Bloomingdale’s and whoever else has an interesting display to share with the fawning masses.
Forty-five minutes after the alarm kicked me in the head at seven thirty on Sunday morning, I was riding the downtown express train to Herald Square. Even though Macy’s does not open until nine, crowds were already gathering outside the entrance to Santaland and the Puppet Theatre.
I suspect that New York Times’ top theater critic Ben Brantley will resist reviewing that show. Macy’s theme this year, as it has been for a while, is Believe.
All this believing initially activated my gag reflex, but I quickly ascertained that this believing goes back to the Virginia O’Hanlon story – the tale about the quizzical girl writing the reporter to ask if there is a Santa Claus. I am certain that any woman named Virginia must so wish that girl had been named Lucinda or Adelaide or Hiawatha instead. I imagine that it must get head-banging-into- the-wall-excruciating having to constantly hear “Yes Virginia …” throughout one’s life … if I were cursed with the name Virginia.
Macy’s also managed to tie in Jessica Simpson and Martha Stewart with their other windows illustrating the secret behind how ornaments are made.
In Martha’s window, I did not notice any mention of Teflon being a key ingredient as I considered her felonious past.
Overall, Macy’s delivered. I give their windows a solid B for jaded adults and an A+ for the people that count most, the small fry.
I hightailed over to Fifth Avenue where Lord & Taylor’s flagship store is located between West 38th and West 39th Streets. I arrived before the stampede, but this character clad for the season was clearly captivated.
Lord & Taylor is another department store with displays that aim to delight the kids and possibly inadvertently, the critters. Everything looked like a dollhouse on steroids to me, but if I were decades younger or walked on all fours, it would probably rock my world.
I’ve also always been a sucker for micro-sized Etch-a-Sketches and was pleased to zoom in on this one.
Another deft Lord & Taylor touch is that they have framed holiday drawings by children plastered all over their displays. Even though you see one kid drawing, you’ve essentially seen them all, if I were a youngster, I’d be thrilled to have my artwork on display on Fifth Avenue.
For that alone I rate Lord & Taylor an overall A+.
I pounded the pavement up Fifth to Saks Fifth Avenue’s display that gives a cursory nod to the kiddies with an animated mannequin riding a bicycle through each window featuring couture fashion.
I thought their display’s mechanical theme was rather perverse. Saks clearly has an eye on more sophisticated girls and boys. It’s also where my hardcore fashionista buddy, Coco, shops. She recently revealed to me that she was invited to the opening day of this display.
Me (pouncing): You were invited to the opening day of a window display like it’s an exhibit at the Met? What the hell is that about? It’s a department store!
Coco (defensive): I didn’t go!
Unlike Coco, I did go, but unfortunately the glare bouncing off the picture windows limited the number of pictures I can share.
Overall, they scored a B with me, good, but not mind-blowing. The fashion on display deserved better.
I crossed the street and visited Rockefeller Center.
As usual, they pull out all the stops on the tree and it sparkles even in daylight.
As I inched my way up to the skating rink, the ice from below made me feel like I was standing in a freezer. That got old quickly, especially as I consider that is how the air will feel on a daily basis for months on end soon enough.
I resumed walking up Fifth Avenue; stopping to annoy a chocolatier at Godiva who I am certain would have loved to smack me with a spatula.
Once I lift my camera and start taking photographs, this prompts others to take notice and start snapping shots. I have determined that picture taking is definitely an STD – a socially transmitted disease.
Next, I passed Henri Bendel, an eclectic department store I used to shop at regularly when I was fit and made an effort with my appearance.
As I glanced at my reflection and shuddered, it dawned on me that I probably have not set a toe in there in twenty years.
Other pictures I shot in the area included Trump Tower shooting stars, and Fendi’s odd belt buckle celebration of the season.
Maybe this is a subliminal message to shoppers to loosen up?
Then, there are the monuments to expensive jewelry that Marilyn Monroe memorably sang about in Diamonds are a Girl’s Best Friend from Gentlemen Prefer Blonds:
Tiffany’s!
Cartier!
Black Starr!
Frost Gorm!
Talk to me Harry Winston.
Tell me all about it!
Finally I reached 58th Street and Fifth Avenue, Bergdorf Goodman and this year’s version of (to get Moulin Rouge! here) their Spectacular, Spectacular.
If there is only one set of holiday display windows to see in New York City, I suggest flipping a coin between Barney’s and Bergdorf’s but this year, Bergdorf’s is in a league of their own — miles ahead of the rest of the pack and that includes Barney’s. Bergdorf’s theme is Carnival of the Animals. Couture fashion combined with antiques and exquisite set design worthy of a Tony award. Bergdorf’s windows are opulent, elegant, imaginative and simply breathtaking – across the board A+; must-see I Love New York-style extravaganza. These pictures are anemic offerings.
As I headed east to Barney’s on Madison Avenue at 61st Street, I was still feeling high from Bergdorf’s production, but I could hear the Lady Gaga music and I was again feeling excited. I knew Barney’s had recently opened Gaga’s Workshop, but I didn’t realize that it would consume every display window.
I did not find it particularly holiday-themed and thought it could have worked just as well in March or July. It was imaginative and I do find her entertaining, but I was not knocked out. It would have been very disturbing to me when I was a small fry. I am sure I would have been haunted until age thirty by the naked hair-covered version of her lying on a hairy chaise.
Still, overall, I’d rate it A-.
Following Barney’s I walked further east to Bloomingdale’s. Their display is kid-proof, but when compared to this year’s family-friendly titans, Macy’s and Lord & Taylor, rather dull.
One novel aspect of Bloomingdale’s is an interactive component where you hit a button and a camera takes a photograph of you that appears on their Facebook page. Personally, I think I’d rather appear on the FBI’s Ten Most Wanted List, but that’s just me. Bloomie’s rating B.
Although by now I was developing blisters on my left foot that were about the size of Donner and Blitzen, I continued with my hike in the hope I might see other sites worth sharing here. It came as no surprise that Bergdorf Goodman’s men store offered more novel displays.
As I walked west on Central Park South, I encountered the Columbus Circle Holiday Market.
Surely, Santa was somewhere in this candy cane colored shopping megalopolis, if you had the mental fortitude I lacked to make your way through the maze of stands and the dense crowds.
If there was a sign giving directions to Santa, I missed it.
The hour was approaching eleven thirty and I did not feel like walking over to Broadway to catch a bus or subway to my Upper West Side abode, but I was also too cheap to spring for a taxi. Therefore, I just continued to hoof my way up Central Park West with visions of liquefied juniper berries dancing in my head. A few blocks north of the Columbus Circle Holiday Market, I noticed these feet.
Then, I looked up at the owner of those feet, a very familiar cheery looking guy sitting on a park bench. I thought I might be hallucinating. To see if he was real, I approached him.
Me: May I photograph you for my blog?
Very Familiar Looking Cheery Guy: Sure.
Me: Um … What’s your name?
Very Familiar Looking Cheery Guy: Let’s not go there.
Me: Can I call you Nick?
Nick: Sure.
I took his picture.
Yes Lucinda, Adelaide, Hiawatha, and even you, Virginia, there is a … “Nick”.
It’s been more than 30 years since I have been to NY for Christmas, but the windows are still magical. Love your new take on STD!
Kathy
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Kathy, were you last in Gotham City that year that your dad surprised you and took you and your sibs to see Annie on B’way? On the topic of my personally skewed abbreviations, I prefer PDA – Private Display of Affection.
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Thank you … Great Fun!!!
Robert
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Glad you enjoyed this one Robert, but I wish I had better Bergdorf window pix!
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Great LA! Thanks for rating the windows so I know exactly where to take any friends that are in town for the holidays. Personally, I want to go see the Lady Gaga display.
Also, you’ve now inspired the name of my lesbian Christmas themed erotic movie, “Yes, Virginia” about a girl who wants to sit on Santa’s knee but quickly realizes that Mrs. Claus has a lot more to offer.
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Thanks for the seal of approval, N! Wow, that’s an LA first inspiring Christmas-themed erotica. Usually, LA compels my audience to go in a slightly less sexy direction such as sharing the time they stepped in gum while exiting the bus.
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Wow – super duper reviews and a bit o’ miracle on 34th St. with the guest appearance of “Nick” or Mr. Kringle at the end of the blog…waiting for your review of the windows of Gimbels!
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Hey Max, You take on B. Altman’s and then I’ll follow your lead with Gimbel’s. “Nick” was not someone I concocted for this post. He was just sitting on the bench with a female friend (too svelt and had dark hair; highly doubted that she was the missus.) My acorn eating squirrel is my witness — not that he’s likely to say much other than .
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What a great Christmas LA! Modern yet magical.
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Thanks BatPat! It was indeed magical. Even the Donner and Blitzen-sized blisters on my foot have healed in a day!
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I Love, love, love this. Thank you so much for growing a blister for us. Great post. more please.
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Hi Barb, Thanks for visiting LA! Glad you enjoyed my holiday season window shopping. My entire life is one ongoing lame adventure, so the posts will continue.
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Absolutely love this post! On HGTV in the past they’ve had shows about the creation of the Christmas windows at some of these stores, like Barney’s and Macy’s. I envy you being able to see them in person.
And your photo of Nick—priceless! I believe…
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He truly was sitting on a bench on Central Park West a few blocks north of the shopping spectacle. I thought, “This is uncanny.” Glad you dig the post!
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Thanks for bringing Christmas in NYC to me here in Texas.
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As you well know, Mer, Lame Adventures is a minor source of public service. Good to hear from you, Buddy!
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Am sending this to my traveling partner to get us even more jazzed for our trip! LOVE!!!
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Stick with me, Maggie, I have a Lame Adventure for all kinds of no or low cost shenanigans in the Big Apple.
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Cool!
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