Portrait of the assimilartist: Nikki S. Lee has transformed herself into a black hip-hop groupie, a Latina, and a white midwesterner--but insists it's not about race. (Culture).(photographer; book Nikki S. Lee: Projects)

When I watch any movie in he which some lone, righteous figure is being relentlessly and unjustly pursued by the police state--take Harrison Ford's The Fugitive, for instance--I root for the prey with an intensity that defies the bounds of the cinematic arc. I become obsessed with scheming: How could Harrison really and truly get away?

Ford's character, Dr. Richard Kimble, dons certain costumes and shaves his beard in a desperate attempt to look like someone else. His tricks get him through a couple of tight spots. But, I think to myself, Kimble could do so much more--dye his hair pink, go five shades darker with a bottle of self-tanner, strap on some platform shoes, stuff a pillow under his shirt or in the seat of his pants--anything to alter his appearance so drastically that the spooks would never pick him put as their man. On a much graver level, the U.S. government's post-September 11 pursuit of real innocents has forced some people into alteration, into doffing traditional dress and "Americanizing" their look to avoid the fists of strangers and the scrutiny of officials. With outrage and fear, I root for their getaways.

Now, it seems safe to say artist Nikki S. Lee had none of this political context in mind when she decided several years ago to make her name slipping in and out of disguise. In fact, once Lee heard that she would be featured in ColorLines, she refused to allow Leslie Tonkonow Gallery, which has exclusive rights to her work, to release photos for publication. "She does nor enjoy being included in a magazine whose tagline is 'race, culture, action,' because her work does not refer to the concept of race," explained the gallery's assistant director Julie Baranes.

Lee did not agree to be interviewed, so her views will go largely unaccounted for here. But my real art critic friends tell me art exists in the eye of the beholder, and this beholder can't help but see all things through today's dark lens.

Lee undoubtedly would fare well on the wrong end of hot pursuit. The 32-year-old Korean native possesses more than enough talent for self-transformation to fool your average federal agent. (Recent news reports indicate the feds are not terribly swift.) Her formal training is in photography, and that is her medium of display, but her real craft is cross-cultural mimicry through clothes, makeup, and pose. She documents these crossings in collections of snapshots, taken by friends or bystanders, entitled The Latina Project, The Yuppie Project, The Hip-Hop Project, and so on. She immerses herself in a persona and surroundings as suggested by the project's name. And at first glance, her work seems to epitomize the feat of disappearing into a crowd.

Collected in a 111-page, glossy book, Nikki S. Lee: Projects, are 12 forays into what critics who write about Lee inevitably call "subcultures." In one project, she is a lesbian in plain wire eyeglasses, tank top, and frumpy jeans, intimately posing with a bleached-blond lover. In another, she mingles with East Village punks in pink-and-orange hair, distressed biker jacket, shredded tights, and sleep-deprived eyes. As an "exotic dancer," she is unsmiling, greasy; and carelessly wearing a series of hot pink, leopard-print, and metallic silver bikinis. In The Ohio Project, she is blond as can be, sporting denim overalls and gingham, straddling a tractor, hanging with a white man and his rifle in his living room, beneath a Confederate flag that bears the slogan: "I AIN'T COMING DOWN."

Mainstream reviewers call her transformations "astounding," "fascinating," and "uncanny." One puts her appeal quite bluntly "Lee is an outsider who brings you 'inside'...the ...