It's Matthew Silver, the filmmaker, performer, and self-described "professional idiot of the avant garde". Is he brilliant? Is he just a weirdo? I think Jeremiah of Vanishing New York said it best, describing his state of mind after an encounter with Mr. Silver:
"What a relief. What a relief from the dull barrage of cell-phone shouters and text-walkers, from the NYU 'woo-hoo' brigade, from the frat-boys and bachelorettes, from the slack-jawed super models and the pink-shirted princes of the Doucheoisie."
Matt is one of a kind. He's totally genuine and totally believes in what he's doing, and his verve and silliness are a vital counterattack against the forces of homogenization in this city. We walked a block together (ran, actually); it was a good block.
You should really check out his seven-minute film "Heartpocalypse". If nothing else, just watch the last minute or so.