I Can't Stop Watching This Video of NYC's Best Worst Street Performer
Thank you, thank you, thank you, Gothamist, for bringing us Kalan.
After two so-hilarious-you'll-chortle-till-you-turn-mauve minutes of freeganism, finger puppetry, dead-animal-carcass-dancing, and subway-rider-molesting, he starts to make some cogent aesthetic and metacritical points. I can't decide whether his is the most grating street performance, or the most brilliant art performance of grating street performance, ever. Thoughts?