Nostalgia Trains

November 30, 2014

Yesterday I was at the Rockefeller subway station waiting for the uptown D. What came instead was a ghost from the last century: a gray, square-cut train textured with rivets and scuffs. The interior was pistachio green, with woven seats and ceiling fans. Sitting there was this lady:

I still don’t know if she was put there by the MTA as living décor, or dressed up for her own kicks, or in her regular get-up that just happens to evoke the urban past, or was imaginary.