Here we have the classic NYC character. The city well tolerates this type of emboldened eccentricity, perhaps even encourages it. Frequently seen parading in full regalia, this baroque individual is an amalgam of goth/punk symbols and icons. He’s got it well covered – iron crosses, medieval cross earrings (Noctis?), British flags, piercings with studs, a Clash patch, and the requisite black leather jacket and boots (I learned a lot about these accoutrement this morning by visiting this British site, Gothic Style). And don’t miss that standout hair spire – his signature pièce de résistance.
His militaristic persona was enhanced by his standing at attention for lengths of time. I have seen him a number of times before, and this weekend, I saw him two days in a row. On this second occasion, a number of photographer friends and I were gathered in the park; our increasingly bolder and more obvious photo taking of the subject was not met by resistance. We agreed that perhaps he was a bit of an exhibitionist, n’est-ce pas?











