There’s a new poster at Grand Central Station, the terminus for commuter trains into Manhattan, of a woman wrapped tightly in an orange towel.
It’s an ad for Hyatt, and it’s unusual for several reasons. It shows — counter-culturally — and to my delight:
— a woman alone
— a woman wrapped up in a towel
— a woman who is not a size 4
— a woman by herself on a deserted beach
— a woman who is not accompanied/validated by a husband, partner, gal pals or children
She is staring at the ocean. She’s lost in thought: no tech toys, no earbuds, no distractions. No fruity drinks with little paper umbrellas in them.
The photo shows us a woman comfortable in her own skin, in solitude.
It’s how I love to be, and many of us wish to try, but are perhaps too committed to others’ needs or too afraid of going somewhere all alone. What if it’s scary or dangerous or expensive?
For me, it’s a photo of a woman living her very own life.