A bowtie-designing, celebrity-obsessed, suicidal reject has been on a tear in New York City all June—allegedly sucker-punching as many as six Asian women’s faces with a mortar stashed in his satchel.
Cops are hunting the lovesick fashionista Tyrelle D. Shaw, who goes by Ty, T.D. Shaw, Goofball, and Mr. Talented.
The latter nickname has earned him a little recognition in small publications and local blogs, which have featured his Rubix Cube-, Dominos-, and Scrabble-inspired bowties. But mostly he’s a diehard fanboy who has snapped a slew of celebrity selfies, which he published under the banner “Mr. Talented&Friends.” In them, he hams it up with boldface talents like Russell Crowe, Ben Stiller, Walt Frazier, Tony Danza, and Judge Judy, among others all strategically splashed on his blog as twisted starfucking currency.
Through his dense, rambling entries on his Mr. Talented blog, Shaw paints himself as a delusional, sex-fearing misanthrope. “The last person who will ever see me in America will be voices that constantly tell me what do in my life,” he writes. “I’m never coming outside, I’m never ever under any circumstances having sex...I hate people.”
Unless they’re Hollywood stars.
When Adam Sandler was walking in SoHo one time, Shaw slapped one of his accessories on him. “He became the first Celebrity to ever wear a Mr. Talented Bow-Tie. That’s pretty historical if you ask me,” Shaw writes. He went on to swoon over the selfie he took with the actor donning his bow-tie, which he believes was worn the entire day. “Immediately I showed all my friends, relatives, co-workers and colleagues on Facebook.”
And by the way, Shaw’s also “extraordinary.” Just ask him.
He’s a renaissance man. Immortal maybe. “By the time I’m 40, I should have over a Billion Followers and a trillion blog views,” he writes. He does boast more than 100,000 followers as of Thursday night's count.
On his site, he also explains his twisted rationale for his alleged bashing spree. The attacks, he writes, serve as a sweet revenge against all the Asian women who Shaw says brushed off his amateur overtures with “Sorry I have a boyfriend” or “Sorry I’m in a rush.” And he maintains the reason he’s constantly told to beat it is because he’s black: “The world hates me because I’m African American.”
According to his blog, Shaw planned to make all of them sorry for hating this player. “I realized that I would have to use violence in order get the response that I desire,” Shaw wrote in a June 7 post. “Truthfully, I feel so much better after hitting an asian Woman in the face with a steel rod. It was the greatest achievement of my life.”
And like clockwork the vicious punk allegedly saw his prey and lured them into an unprovoked smackdown. On the afternoon of June 10, police sources said Shaw cased a woman sitting on a bench in front of the Parisian cafe Parigot in Little Italy. Mr. Talent weaseled over to the 35-year-old woman and, cradling a white plastic bag, he allegedly smashed her in the face.
The manager at Parigot was quizzed by detectives and helped them locate surveillance cameras trained on her eatery from a nearby hotel. “I told the detectives who were asking me about the cameras, and that’s how were able to get his picture. Thankfully he was walking from Mulberry [Street] toward us,” Catherine Amsellem told The Daily Beast. “The attack happened under the scaffolding.”
Amsellem said the victim wasn’t a customer and, like many of the posh patrons or passers-by, likely sat on the café’s “small bench for a short rest.” Nobody knew the bag-swinging perp had struck until squad cars swarmed in and cops popped out. “We realized something was happening when we saw all the police,” the manager said.
Four hours later, Shaw spotted a 28-year-old woman walking down Park Avenue in Midtown Manhattan. After Shaw walked ahead of the woman, he allegedly “waited in the corner” and then pummeled her with the same white plastic bag with the mortar inside, sending the woman to NYU Hospital to get aid for a mouth gash.
Another Asian woman, this one 34 years old, was walking along East 60th Street on Manhattan’s Upper East Side at around midnight on June 12, when Shaw allegedly took his white plastic bag and clocked her in the forehead.
Perhaps bored with just sending Asian innocents to hospitals with devastating facial blows, Shaw then allegedly tried to woo a 41-year-old working at a cleaner’s in Chinatown with smutty come-ons.
On the street, Shaw pulled out his cellphone and showed the woman inside a Cantonese-language message claiming “he wanted to lick her” privates, police sources said. When the grossed-out woman marched outside to plead with Shaw to stop, he allegedly protested, “What? I didn’t do anything,’” these sources added, before hitting her with a plastic bag with the mortar inside.
A worker at the cleaner’s, filling in for the injured Asian woman, told The Daily Beast that he is devastated. “Of course I’m upset and we can only try to be more careful,” said the man, who asked to remain anonymous.
And on Tuesday, an Asian woman arrived at a Lower Manhattan police precinct, picked Shaw out of a photo array, and, sources said, claimed she may have been one of Mr. Talent’s first victims. Though the woman was never struck, she said she was harassed.
Shaw, the woman claimed, spotted her and her friend on June 7. He started out harmless, asking the two if he could take a picture of them. They obliged. Then Shaw, clearly desirous of more than a photo-op, trailed them around town for over an hour. The victim, according to police sources, “couldn’t lose him and feared for her safety.” The woman asked Shaw to scram. Then Shaw, police sources said, took out his phone and shot video of the women, and crowed, “I’m a film producer.”
Mr. Talent is apparently convinced he’s outsmarted investigators trying to nab him. While cops put out the word hoping to generate leads to try to bring Shaw to justice, he claims they should change tactics. Instead, he says, they should be on the lookout for a dead body dangling from an elevator bay somewhere, as he plans to end his “extraordinarily” life.
“Inform NYPD they could stop searching for me because I’m going to commit suicide,” the sad sod wrote June 17. “Actually, I’ve already tied a noose to the bottom of an elevator and I’m going to wait until someone pushes a button so that it’s not considered a practical suicide. This is actually murder. Thank you. I love you.”
This was actually his second time touting the noose suicide. The day before Shaw, the kidder, spouted almost the same line but plugged his blog, punctuated by a happy face with a halo over its head. “I’ve scheduled posts to my blog—so for the next 10 years I’ll be posting from the other side.”