Did we see Jay Gatsby at Polo Ralph Lauren? Or is it his ghost in the window?
The Great Gatsby is Peachy Deegan's most favorite book and everyday we wish Fitzgerald was still here so we could go jump in the fountain in front of the Plaza with him (and Zelda too). Peachy Deegan spys mannequins looking like Jay Gatsby in the windows of Ralph Lauren on 72nd and Madison. They are so beautiful they bring Daisy Buchanan-esque tears to our eyes.
A quote from the book:
Recovering himself in a minute he opened for us two hulking patent cabinets which held his massed suits and dressing-gowns and ties, and his shirts, piled like bricks in stacks a dozen high.
“I’ve got a man in England who buys me clothes. He sends over a selection of things at the beginning of each season, spring and fall.”
He took out a pile of shirts and began throwing them, one by one, before us, shirts of sheer linen and thick silk and fine flannel, which lost their folds as they fell and covered the table in many-colored disarray. While we admired he brought more and the soft rich heap mounted higher—shirts with stripes and scrolls and plaids in coral and apple-green and lavender and faint orange, and monograms of Indian blue. Suddenly, with a strained sound, Daisy bent her head into the shirts and began to cry stormily.
“They’re such beautiful shirts,” she sobbed, her voice muffled in the thick folds. “It makes me sad because I’ve never seen such—such beautiful shirts before.”
