And the Winner is . . . The Gold Naked Man Standing with his Arms Crossed

Sorry guys, this post is a little delayed, since the Oscars have already come and gone in a blur of monotonous hosting (seriously, was James Franco on drugs?) and British triumphs (finally! the Brits have taken back their former colony via cinematic awards and drolly witty acceptance speeches).

Earlier that day, Sarni and I stumbled across an Oscars . . . um . . . event . . . in Grand Central station.

Like a miniature crowd of papparazzi, we took photos of what we finally figured out was a giant, glorified marketing campaign.

On the other hand, we could have (if we had wanted) lined up to have our photo taken with a real "live" Oscar!!  (We did not.)

Here's our slightly blurry, telephoto zoom lens photo of The Real Oscar.  The only question remains, which poor star woke up with a woeful gap on their mantelpiece?  "My Oscar!  It's GONE!"  Dun dun dun.


Grand Central Station.  On Canon Powershot and Canon Rebel SLR.