Their felt faces have been seen all over town. Known as the ‘Boo Yorkers’, the intrepid duo in vintage clothes have visited all the best places – as well as suffering on the subway – on their romantic trips round Manhattan.
Now stars of Facebook and Twitter, it seemed only fitting that they were made a pop-up New York theatre backdrop where they could dance the night away, thanks to the magic of stop-motion photography.
The dusk is settling over the Chrysler, Woolworth and Empire State, and a glitter crescent moon shines on a bartender as he mixes cocktails at the window of a downtown watering hole.
The Boo Yorkers enter to Harry Nilsson’s I Guess The Lord Must Be In New York City and waltz round the dance floor until tickertape made of vintage sheet music waves them on their way.
All the sights the Boo Yorkers visited before their dance are compiled below.
STATUESQUE…the Boo Yorkers started their trip with a visit to Liberty
EAT BEAT…they stopped off at the Art Deco Empire Diner for some food
HIGH KICKING…they joined the Rockettes on stage at Radio City Music Hall
SKY’S THE LIMIT…they admired the beautiful Chrysler Building and the sculpture by Jules A Coutan on Grand Central Terminal
YELLOW FEVER…the Boo Yorkers hailed a cab from 42nd Street back down town
BEAT SURRENDER…they ended up in the West Village reading the poem My Sad Self by Allen Ginsberg
FOOD FEAST…starving from their sightseeing, the Boo Yorkers ended up in Chinatown looking for dumplings
TRAIN OF THOUGHT…the exhausted duo get the subway home to get some sleep before another big night out
SILVER MACHINE…lady Boo Yorker drives her spectacular convertible up to the East Village and dumps it at McSorley’s Old Ale House where their night begins
KNEES UP…they find themselves trashed in a bar on the Bowery, dancing on the tables
ORANGE TWIST…stumbling through the late-night streets, they wonder whether eating fruit will stave off their hangovers
SLUMPED…they spend hours talking crap on the steps of the Metropolitan Museum
WAITING GAME…at 4am, they decide to get the train home and spend the next hour repeating the phrase ‘where the hell is the F?’
SUNRISE…dawn is breaking by the time the F finally gets them home and they stop to admire the city
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