I went back and took a few more images of the Barney’s Department Store window showcasing faceless plastic ladies in little black dresses being toppled by stacks of romance novels. Thought you might enjoy a close examination of what authors are being showcased on Madison Avenue. Pardon the iffy quality of the shots – it’s a camera phone on a sunny day.
Barney’s Mannequins read Harlequin! Who knew? Is that the key to being featureless and skinny?
Another classic Harlequin novel, and maybe that other faceless lady is discussing the academic elements of the plot. You think?
There were also vintage romances in the border of stacked books. Think that red gown is making her wild for love? Or is it her absurdedly bony shoulders?
Yet another Barney’s mannequin reading vintage serial romance. But she’s tossed a pile of books at her “feet” – check out the next image.
Look at all the books she rejected. She even tossed some man-titty to the floor! For shame.
Here’s a close up of the tall stack that’s front and center in the window. If you’re Susan Anderson, Jane Heller, the late Arnette Lamb, Kat Martin, or Maggie Shane, you’re getting some damn fine publicity.
What’s the Sphere doing in there? That’s not a romance!!!!
Thanks for memories of city living—here in Podunk where the summer population of out of staters is greater than the year round population the department store windows are more likely decked out with “tourist trash”.
I want glasses like the mannequin in the first pic! Although not if it means I have to give my hands and feet and face…
The fact that my room looks exactly like this at the moment is embarassing. Books everywhere, that is – not populated by mannequins. You can barely see the floor. Half of it is dissertation stuff, the other half is the consequnces of letting me near ebay when I’ve had no sleep and am fed up with reading and writing about citizenship. Somehow, I managed to buy 2 copies of one book from different sellers. Twice. (2 copies each of two books – not 4 copies of one book) Good work.
… I swear I didn’t lie/cheat/fake/sleep my way onto my MA course! I must just have been too tired to realise what I was doing…
Hey, there’s I do, I do, I do by Maggie Osbourne. I just read that. Pretty good stuff.
Hey! There’s that Shannon Drake book with the horrible art! (The art was a step back, not on the cover, thank Crom.)
He: “Duuuuh…what are those?”
She: “Hey, you out there in the bookstore. Quit laughing at the zipper on my dress and help me get off this book!”
I think I’d miss thumbs more than boobs.
Oh My! I feel very bad for them not having thumbs. How do they keep the book open?
Second Chance At Love!
I can still remember the tagline: ‘if romance was grand the first time, it’s never too late for your [drumroll] second chance at love’.
I wonder if the mannequin has gotten hold of the one about the gorgeous and aristocratic theatre director who has a mansion in New York and (because he’s a classy guy) a mirrored ceiling in his bedroom. Made a big impact on my deeply impressionable fifteen year old brain, I can tell you.
This display is too, too funny!
Which location is it? Their site lists several in NYC.