Remember when that art gallery gentleman's club in Albany was fighting for a tax exemption because its employees are purveyors of the articulation of their own creative skill? Now look at this pole dancer on Seventh Avenue: see how her position amid two squad cars provides a carnal bridge between Law and Order? The way in which she destroys the numb march of humanity as represented by the line of yellow cabs? See you at the Whitney Biennial, mystery pole dancer.
The photo was originally posted on Reddit (of course). We're not sure when it was taken or why the pole was set up in the first place (advertising scheme for a nearby pole dancing studio?) but it sure beats a dude playing "Wonderwall."
