When we arrived at the brink of dawn the lights from inside the T.V. studio made this place stand out like a 3D video game.
From across the street i could see one lady at a desk with her head down. The lighting made her hair look like a neon white wig and her jacket a florecent white - deep - sea - glowing - Lady Gaga... Lady Gaga was prepping for the news.
There was one guy pacing around out front who proably might not of had a place in which to offically call home. And there was me, contemplating sleep and or walking up to the homeless guy and trying to convince him to get lady gaga to look up from her notes and wave. Cause i didnt have the nerve, at 3am, to invest in trying to get her attention.
This place, this human video game on the ground floor of this city with its buildings reaching up into the sky was absolutely creepy!
The walls were made of thick plexiglass, think enough to isolate the sound of planes trains and automobiles. Ok, planes, probably not but the L Train was less than 100 yards away and that beast was louder than any of the cars or trucks.
Maybe it reminded me of the zoo? Who sees a elephant standing on concrete inside an iron gate and doesnt feel a ting of guilt tempered by the brief limp satisfaction of being somewhat close to real official wildlife. Of the Whale or sharks behind the plexiglass at the aquarium/sea world.
Seeing these perfect humans inside the dust free T.V. land with light bouncing from every direction, eliminating shadows. The cameras.
Even if it were a few people doing regular office work in cubicles inside a plexiglass world for all to see, i would still oppose such treatment!
The damn animals have no choice! They are lucky they are not being ate by their captors, but humans on display. NO! Weird and creepy and strange and i would love to see a tape of all the attempts to get attention while on air. Later on that day i noticed a guy watching over the humans on the sidewalk. He probably keeps the sidewalkers in check?
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Seeing these culinary students (i think they were students) made me think of Anthony Bourdain talking about his younger days in his book.
