Mysteries of Broadway, Installment #1

Tonight I passed this apartment on Upper Broadway. It often catches my eye on my way home from the subway, and I always wonder: what kind of person lives here?


A silly man-child with too many expensive toys? An overindulged little boy? Or (as I hope), a grown man whose dreams of aviation never died, kept afloat by the oversized model plane proudly displayed in his corner window?

Theories?

love,
*jenna*