LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING.
I worked at a pet store when I was in high school (a very “Mom and Pop”-type place, tucked in a strip mall between Jewel-Osco and a Burlington).
I HATED THE BIRD ROOM.
Those macaws would rip my goddamn knuckles apart any/every time I’d put food and water in (note: spare me your PETA rants, plz; I get they were miserable in their surroundings, etc.).
What I’m saying is, my fear of these birds is so irrational from all that, that when I see this picture, I’m just in awe of…
a.) this girl’s mane,
b.) her coy nature slash TOTAL COOL WITH THIS BIRD.
Edward Hopper’s done it again. His composition’s heroine (much like in Nighthawks) is disinterested, nonchalant, and without any regard to anything/anyone around her.
Much like me on the subway. This is not like me in an UberPool, however; I talk to EVERYONE like they could help me out on Cash Cab or something.