Back in the day I was into graffiti. Not in the sense of running around, head wrapped in cloth, face mask on, stealing spray paint, nocturnal activities type of ‘into it’, but into drawing graffiti pieces on paper. It’s safer, legal, and requires jumping zero fences. A couple of years ago Marty returned to me a folder containing many of the pieces I drew in my youth. I couldn’t remember the last time I saw in, in fact I’d’ve never remembered it had it not been handed back to me all dusty and puberty-ly-era-ed[1.
I think this is the best piece of street art I saw in 2010. It was in Melbourne, on Collins Street, right up the posh end. It caught my eye from a fair distance because It was placed on the edge of a building so most of it was flapping in the wind. Not only was the subject matter an age-old classic, the placement and the flapping pure genius, it was subtly Christmas themed. Was it a comment on Christmas itself?
I can’t help but think the ‘style’ this guy was going for was more suited to the word ‘BooB’. Maybe it’s a typo?
When I departed Australia for Kuala Lumpur, I wanted to give my office a going away present. But being the smart-arse that I am, instead of presenting them with something normal, like a bottle of Żubrówka, I chose graffiti up the office. This was installed during the night after my final day at work, so no one knew it was coming. The vinyl sticked measures 2 x 1.2 meters, and it came in two halves for easy installation (although it was bloody hard to install!)