The 1 train has been hijacked. A heroic passenger in Guess jeans and UGGs pats down the steel walls of her subway car, determined to break into the conductor’s cabin and activate the emergency brakes before the train careers off the tracks. She fiddles with dials, rummages through under-seat compartments, and wriggles her right hand into a mysterious hole that conceals a lever inside a metal labyrinth. Her whale tail plays peekaboo as she inspects things and then straightens up again. Though the clock is ticking, the woman appears unstressed. She moves with the glazed, indifferent look of a teenager playing Candy Crush under the table at a mandatory family function.

This woman is PinkPantheress, a quasi-anonymous British artist whose government name is nonetheless stamped at the top of

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