THE HORSES, before the race begins, seem bothered by all of the women in silly hats, the persimmon bowlers and apricot Easter bonnets. They sense a sort of mismatch, an anachronism, and wonder whether it’s all above board today. Or will the race be run in black and white, the whole track transported back in time, making it tough to know which direction to go, which is win and which is show? A jockey rubs his horse’s nose, shows that he’s got no answers either.
[bowties] [long lines at the betting window] [Pierce-Arrow] [seersucker]