The black and white part of this picture is an ad on a public telephone booth in the Village. I don't know if it's the way the singer is twisting her body, the way she's packed into the dress, the hand on her hip, that she looks like she's about to belt out a song or that the dress is shimmery.
Or maybe it's all of that combined with the fantastic line of text at the bottom.
It generally takes a conscious effort for me to feel bold enough to take up as much space as I would by putting my hands on my hips. And 'owning a room' is at least one step up from that. But somehow looking at this picture makes it feel possible, makes it even seem desirable.
Maybe I'll go power mad.