What's in a Face?
This morning’s walk in from the Union Square subway station yielded only one interesting encounter. Though I am more asleep than not when I am just stumbling in to work, I was able to notice a pair that, given a poor opportunity to come up with a clever description, was truly an odd couple. Connecting them, I caught a glimpse of a deeply sweet and rooted relationship between a privileged boy on the verge of adolescence and his much older, black nanny. He wore all of the outward signs of wealth and well-being; a fresh academy uniform with a navy blazer and a gold school emblem over his heart, a crisp white collared shirt, neatly pressed, a maroon tinged tie with navy details to coincide with his jacket, and clean pressed new khaki slacks. Over his shoulder was a Tommy Hilfiger backpack, slung over carelessly, hanging slack and mostly empty. His skin was nicely tanned like you would see in a Ralph Lauren ad, with a sprinkling of freckles on the bridge of his nose and some on his cheeks. ...