In 1981 I was that guy in this shot. Almost. It didn’t happen on a Fifth Avenue apartment balcony overlooking Central Park, but on an apartment building rooftop during a fairly wild party on a hot July night. I was wearing a suit and she was dishy and a little bit bombed, and she smelled like soap and flowers and had cigarette breath. We came close to forgetting ourselves. It all came back when I happened upon this DVD Beaver frame capture from the just-out Bluray of Woody Allen‘s Manhattan.
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