2:00 am, London, a man cuts his hair

A young English man is cutting his hair on camera at 2:00 am in Trafalgar Square in London, while standing on a very high plinth (marble raised stage of sorts). From July 6th until October there will be a new person every hour for 24 hours, seven days a week doing this, and you can watch the action live, anywhere, here. There are people heckling the man right now. (Can't wait to see what the atmosphere is like at this time on a Saturday night). Two bobbies have the unfortunate duty of standing around the plinth. Bright lights illumine the "stage." One is hoisted to this precipice on a machine. Several cameras hung on the plinth show the people on the stage and the people around the area. It is all live, so there is a disclaimer that the site isn't responsible for untoward happenings.

Heckler: "Dude, why are you cutting your hair?"
"Well, I had a lot, but now I want less." -- "Is that a brass band over there?"
There is a jazzy band playing near the area, that you can hear (everything is mic'ed). At 2:00 am. On a Wednesday night. A lot of traffic in the background, as though it is 2:00 in the afternoon, not 2:00 in "the dead of night." Horns blazing every once in a while. You can't see them, but you know when busses pass. Like any major city, London is a city that never sleeps.

Heckler: "Is that candy, man?"
"Yeah, I brought this to soothe hecklers."
Heckler: "I want yellow."
"I can't tell if this is yellow or something else."
Heckler 2: "I want green!"
"Green where, I can't see because of the lights." -- "I'm going to start some riot up here." As he throws the candy over the trampeeze like wiring surrounding the plinth so no participant jumps to their death.
Man on plinth: "What colour?" -- "Yellow, yeah?"
"Can I throw one back?
Man on plinth: "Has it been on the floor?" -- "I don't know what I'm going to do with it once you chuck it."
Man on plinth: "It's gone off the other edge. A weak catch. A weak throw actually." -- "Oh, they bounce, who knew?"
One man wants more. "But I threw you three jelly beans." -- "No, I haven't got a mirror." -- "You're not feeling very confident about my new look?"


"Tell us something true," another man asks him.
"I actually quite liked my hair. Is that a good look? I actually quite liked my hair," he say's louder for those who can't hear him. -- "That is true. All right."

Someone tells him thank you. "See, see, he's open to it. He likes it."

This is considered art. Post-modern art? I would say we're even beyond that now. Is this art? I don't know. But I think it is interesting, which all art should be. It has a decidedly reality T.V. component to it. Open venue for criticism. What daring it must take to go up there if you aren't the kinda person who likes to be on "stage" (hair cutting/jelly bean throwing man admits on his profile that he is terrified to do this) especially at 2:00 am when the only people out are club and pub crawlers.

One of the "audience" just caught a jelly bean in his mouth.