I'll be honest, most of the buskers I see around are grizzled old dudes or naive conservatory students, I don't count the latter as hipsters. The xylophonist was pretty good, and it takes a lot of work to get to that point. This isn't your normal "I'm going to be a mediocre amateur photographer for a while" slacker hobby.
Poetv treats the hipster beast with a paranoia that the rest of the internet usually reserves for furries. It's weird, guys.
Not shown: If you walk down the track a little bit there's a man who has made a suit of armor out of shitstained toilet paper and garbage bags and he's yelling "I am the shit of Christ and I demand money for food."
Right next to him, two rats are fucking, and right next to that, Lou Reed is eating a gyro.