Michelangelo's David holding a Bitcoin like a poker hand, tattooed with the vocabulary of a generation that can't decide if it's building the future or running a scam. "ICON," "POP," dollar signs, face tattoos, the whole résumé of a SoundCloud rapper who read one book on the Renaissance. Behind him, a detonation: bubble lettering, spray-paint scrawls, "SCAM" in dripping red, stencilled businessmen, paper aeroplanes, and enough neon to light Times Square. Five hundred years of idealism meets the frantic scrolling hunger of crypto culture. It feels like standing in a crowd that's either about to start a movement or sell you something. Possibly both.
