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Two great Manhattan billboards, the only two like it I have seen in New York City. Both are disclosure. The first, on 2nd Avenue and Houston, right above the Anthology Film Archives, blatantly ties Prince Andrew with Jeffrey Epstein, for all to see. The East Village is now one of the Wokest neighborhoods in NYC—still full of Stand with Ukraine murals and flags, BLM window signs, and even anti-Trump effigies hanging on the outside of tenement buildings—so I often wonder how the billboard managed to remain, and am curious about what kind of reaction it has provoked. A once close friend, much older than me, and that I am no longer in touch with, has his famous antique store, where he also lives, right across the street. The old him would have loved this billboard. And found it hysterically funny. The man he became is now heavily brainwashed and entrenched in the Hollywood/gay fashion world—he is the personal decorator of the soul-sucking (I mean this literally) Ryan Murphy, as well as the wildly self-absorbed, spoiled, and ubiquitous Chloe Sevigny.

The billboard first went up in 2023, I think (a friend pointed it out to me), and is miraculously still there.

I saw the second billboard in Tribeca today. It is above a ground-level parking lot, one of the few left in the City.