These big SUVs are really agressive. But not really beautiful. I miss the old American cars of the sixties with their huge fins and the chromes. Colors were imaginative. You could have a bright green DeSoto, a pink Pontiac, a red and white Buick. All this reflected some happiness, or were meant to convey it, if you have a more cynical mind. But it had a definite charm, even though it was a bit " too much". Today, things are more serious. Most big SUVs are black. With tainted windows. They seem like a block of power meant to bully anyone next to it. And of course, no more imaginative shapes. These gross vehicles all look the same. And when the doors brutally open to throw up a bunch of black suit security guys hiding a tiny "powerful" person impatient to get in a restaurant, a luxury shop or a hotel, you no longer dream of being one of them. Here, on seventh Avenue, just across Penn Station, the car is empty, waiting for its cargo load of contemporary "power" caracters. But, the shiny black reflects wonderfully the background lights.