Almost six years sitting here and I’ve never looked up and noticed that my building has a dozen creepy Conquistador-ish friezes adorning the floor above mine. Not to mention the hundreds of baby heads or Virgin Marys or whatever those things under the roofline are. Embiggen for a better look. That’s the thing about New York architecture, so many times the neatest shit is so damn high up, you have to be in the opposing 40th floor office to even see it. You can see how dangerously far I leaned out to get this shot. Livin’ la vida loca! (Sorry.) Anyway, I think I’m gonna consider this guy my lookout. With his neck stuck out like that, he does appear to be in a state of cat-like readiness.