Gritty Garcon

A crisp white shirt, a sharply knotted bowtie, a fitted vest, commanding demeanor...and a graffiti-covered payphone? Perhaps the reservation line is down at his 5-star bistro, or stingy European tips don't pay the cell phone bill.

Contrast is the attraction in this odd scene, where the height of class inexplicably toils in the seat of seediness, but never sacrifices his dignity. There are a million stories in the naked city, and this is one of them...