Last time I was naked on a rooftop was when the neighbors’ Thanksgiving turkey caught on fire. Insert joke here.
But don’t call the NYPD if you see a naked man perched on the edge of the Empire State Building between today and August 15th unless he is waving his arms around or masturbating or something – because it’s probably just one of Antony Gormley’s 31 sculptures.
This is New York, and we love our Public Art – even the sanctioned stuff. And nudity doesn’t bother us in the least – unlike Moscow, where the mayor refused Gormley’s rusty, naked iron men.
“Manhattan remains a living laboratory of how human beings can live together,” says the artist, whose sculptures are viewable on the ground and teetering on the edges of buildings around Madison Square Park, located between Fifth and Madison Avenues, and 23rd to 26th Streets.