The new men’s bathroom at the Sofitel in Queenstown, NZ has life size photos of models above the urinals monitoring the manhood of the guests.
Another beauty of a poem by my friend Maya Stein:
How much, some days, you just want to bury your head
under the duvet, that great billowy cloud
of total, beautiful anonymity. Imagining
you could take breakfast there, and the pile of mail to go through,
your backlog of magazines.
Inches away, on their last morning, the tulips
are waking up to the very edge of themselves,
unwrapping their petals shamelessly against the sun,
bending toward the light in great, voluptuous bursts