Crossing streets, popping into shops unnecessarily, changing train carriages or buses (subtly, they hope), perfecting a placid "zombie stare", neither encouraging an overture, nor haughtily dismissing one.
I love strolling our streets, popping in and out of cute little boutiques, stopping to chat with friends and neighbors along the way.
He was called the "king of shaabi music," referring to his rhythmic street pop.
Camille, a pug, was scheduled to compete, but had to be withdrawn after a bit of salt from the street popped up and hit her in the eye.
He and his colleagues in what might be seen as the Occupy Wall Street pop-up restaurant have fielded homemade stews and boxes of organic carrots.
Then, suddenly, a one-bedroom on a high floor in a handsome Art Deco co-op building on West 86th Street popped up.
So, I nestled into a fourth-floor perch over Ludlow and listened to the street pop like a 45 track, like so many broken bottles.
A few blocks away, the MetroTech Business Improvement District approached Ad Hoc Art, which promotes street, pop and underground artists, to organize a similar installation on Willoughby Street that will run through Nov. 4.
If you work up a thirst walking its cobbled street, pop into Basque – a popular beer and pintxos hangout, offering a wide selection of local microbrewers' beers with tapas lined up on the counter.
The music is the kind of street-pop one would expect of a teen-devised community show, the screen graphics, too, have a touch of the graffiti workshop about them.
