The Asian Art Museum recently spent a lot of money on a rebranding initiative where they were advised to brighten up the signage around the museum. It was good advice, except when the big new special exhibit is devoted to black-and-white calligraphy and a street drunk is passed out in front of the signage on Fulton Street on a Sunday morning.
A guard from the museum noticed the drunk after I started taking photos, and ran down the sidewalk to him, calmly and patiently convincing the fellow to move over five feet and sleep on the lawn and trees nearby. The guy stood up, furiously smoked a few puffs from a leftover cigarette in his pocket, and slumped away.
While photographing, what looked like a 7-year-old skateboarder rolled by, and he gave me a stare that was the essence of Punk. He was definitely In Character.
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