In the passageway above the 1/2/3 tracks at Times Square, a mime flirts with the passing crowds; in a curious sartorial inversion, a black bustier is worn over a white blouse. From the platforms below, the sounds of a two percussionists duet filter up; one, on a drum set, pounds out thunderous, frenetic hip-hop rhythms while his compatriot hammers out “Hava Negila” on steel drums.
