I love these things. I could sit and watch them for hours. Such relentlessly optimistic, bottomless reservoirs of joy and psychotic invitation. One day I should get one of these for my apartment. This was outside the 109 Madison Laundromat at 109 Madison Street today, in lower Manhattan.


I call it AirMan but in the vernacular of promotional contraptions this tube of rictus-afflicted balloondom goes by many names:

  • One-Legged Air Dancer
  • Inflatable Man
  • Wind Tube Man
  • Dancing Balloon
  • Sky Dancer
  • Wiggler Sky Dancer
  • Wavy Tube Man
  • Wavy Balloon
  • Air Dancer (I think someone once referred to Philippe Petit as that. This ain’t Philippe Petit…)