New York's Greatest Modern Eccentrics

Every city has its special weirdos. Santa Cruz, California has Pinky Valentino, who wears clown makeup and carries a tin-foil umbrella. Detroit has a bearded older guy in a jean jacket called Papa Smurf. And Seattle has so many local characters, like a would-be green elf from Legend of Zelda and the "original hipster" in a large-brimmed black hat, that someone created a site called Seattle Notables, modeled on Gawker Stalker, to track them all. Shamefully, there's no such central clearinghouse for eccentrics New York, which must content itself with individual sites, like the one dedicated to chronicling the shirtless, brawny heroics of a guy called "He-Man. To get the fameball rolling, we've assembled a handful of key Gotham characters after the jump. Add to this surely-incomplete list in the comments, or via tips@gawker.com. Because there's no way Seattle should be allowed to out-weird New York. On to the freakshow:

"He-Man" is stalked by Paul Briganti and his informants at FindHeMan.com, which Briganti created with the comedy group Beast after "I was at a bank talking to a friend about this guy and someone overheard me and knew who we were talking about," Briganti told Wired. Top marks for muscle definition.

The Naked Cowboy has been around forever and kind of wants his infamy a bit too much. And yet there he is, still at it. You have to admire naked ambition (HEY-OH!).

The DJ trio MisShapes have elevated themselves, if only barely, beyond the typical, calculated quirks of hipsterdom and into the gloriously marketable and annoying arms of arty eccentricity.

We still don't know the name of this Asian guy with ponytails. But a couple of weeks ago he took a near-naked walk through SoHo with a Whole Foods bag, and we're betting he's going to keep distinguishing himself.

Williamsburg mullet guy needs no introduction, because he became the obsession of a borough — no, an entire city — for months on end. His bald-in-the-front, skyscraper-in-the-back haircut terrorized Brooklynites at the start of what was supposed to be a happy New Year. An ironic-hair-cut sketch artist quickly issued a rough whiteboard rendering. A reward was offered. Weeks passed. Nothing. Then, a photo. Eventually, an identity emerged: He was a cellist and composer; he did crazy things with his hair all the time; he wants a sarcastic braniac girlfriend with green eyes. Whatever. Just don't touch the hair.