Photo: Mark Seliger for New York Magazine Adrien Brody has stopped to contemplate a pile of cardboard. We’re walking through London’s West End, where he’s doing a play, when he spots a few dozen broken-down boxes splayed out on the sidewalk. “That’s a great breakdancing platform. That’s a gold mine,” he says. “It’s also a village.” I wait for him to explain. In the couple of hours we’ve spent together, I’ve come to learn this is how Brody’s mind works, leaping between seemingly unrelated things.