What’s the “jumped the shark” thermometer for formerly edgy street artists who may or may not do illegal things in illegal places?
Um, suddenly your street art is the absolutely perfect backdrop for a whimsically gritty and, like, super romantical wedding photo.
Ah, Shepard. Time to embark on a stimulating new career in paralegal work, perhaps?
(I heart your dress, married lady! But a train that long in the East Village is just asking for trouble.)