Two days after Halloween, there were more costumes than usual in New York’s Times Square. Outside Jimmy Buffett’s Margaritaville restaurant, one man wore a mirrored face shield and knit beanie to resemble a CryptoPunk pixelated character. A vehicle transformed to look like a cockroach made from junk played a slow-speed rap about “stacks of cash” to market a digital art gallery. A cowboy crooner in underpants, himself as familiar as a pretzel stand to regular passersby, had been commissioned by a man and woman in matching onesies to sing about their holographic worm.
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