“Bomb Tel Aviv! Bomb Tel Aviv! Kill their children! They kill babies so we’ll kill theirs!”
The tall white American man creeps behind a woman walking through Union Square and yells this in her ear repeatedly.
If you are an “emerging artist” (starving artist) in New York, especially in this economy… garbage cans full of compost begin to look very appetizing.
This is how we move:
This should be sprayed on every corner of the Lower East Side.
Poster Boy got locked up?
This is out front a store on Heather Sherman’s block in Williamsburg. It reminds me of this old West Indian man that is always outside my building in Flatbush. He is the ultimate anti- anti smoking campaign. When the weather is warm enough he’ll sit outside and chain smoke through at least a pack a day. My girlfriend says he’s still healthy from climbing mountains in Jamaica for the first half of his life. Do your thing Mister Cigarette Smoking Man.
If you live in New York you have seen this ad blasted all over the Subway and Street. You’ve probably seen the cute commercial with Lewis Black. Don’t get me wrong, I like Lewis Black. The woman that manages his website used to be my upstairs neighbor in East Harlem. I do however have a big fucking problem with this advertisement. If you’ve seen these ads for Aruba you may have noticed one key aspect is missing from their advertisement…. BLACK PEOPLE. There is not a single black person in the entire advertisement. I can only imagine the horror of the elder wealthy Manhattan resident that tries so hard to avoid going uptown or to Brooklyn… and then bam! shows up on vacation and is surrounded by a bunch of colored folk. Stop faking the funk Aruba.
Rod Stuart loves getting sprayed all over. Take that however you want.
Papa Loves…. oh shit! the pooolice! (Make sure to come back and finish this one homie)
You may recall me mentioning that I only like graffiti that has strong undertones of Satanism. Neckface gets an A+
I like it when I see tourists taking photos outside of this building on Wooster St. in Soho. It is truly a dying breed… one of the last authentic spots in New York City. What a shame that culture has become an endangered species in a city that is suppose to be the epicenter of culture.
Dear tourists of New York, do you want culture? Come to the hood. This is a storefront on my block in Brooklyn.
Ha! ha! You do know there is a big camera around the corner, right?? Gangster gangster.
Speaking of my neighborhood in Flatbush… these little hoodlums hit up our train station on the daily. VANDALS!
So yesterday Heather Sherman and I were calmly enjoying a coffee at the Cake Shop on the Lower East Side when suddenly these old Asian ladies started fighting one another over… I think the bottles and cans in the garbage. Okay, if you live outside of NY… maybe this doesn’t happen. Let me explain. In my neighborhood crack heads roam the streets digging through other people’s garbage looking for items they can recycle for a few bucks to buy drugs i.e. crack. Apparently, being that Manhattan is so progressive these days… Bloomberg has successfully replaced crack heads with elderly Asian woman. I ❤ NY
And to conclude our tour… I hereby post the greatest sign ever to be seen by my eyes. Yes, I’m serious.