In the triangular plaza next to my studio building in Dumbo a man is standing on top of a concrete barrier playing air guitar to a track blasting from a Bluetooth speaker. The man is in his late forties and dressed entirely in black. His shoulder-length hair is slicked back, and he sports a thick black chin beard. His performance is being filmed by a colleague, who moves around him holding a Steadycam, occasionally giving directorial hand gestures. The Manhattan Bridge is the dramatic backdrop for this apparent low-budget video shoot, a sound aesthetic choice, but one with a fatal practical flaw: the bridge is a tourist magnet, and the musician’s presence is an irresistible lure to the dozen or so tourists are ostensibly there to see the bridge. They form a semi-circle around the musician and the cameraman, phones aloft, to record this cheesy, quintessential ‘New York’ spectacle.