Why hello there. You are well, I trust. I am the same old sameness…that dude who pops up here and there, hither and thither, and spouts a few words about whatever and then disappears for 60 days or so. You know. That guy. Teh Hateball.
Speaking of hateballs, Team Hateball just recently took a quick little jaunt out east to NYC, and while there, we were able to do all sorts of fun things like catch up with our good buddies over at MishkaNYC (as pictured in this rather darling shot of Romy and my little dude) and just sort of soak in the sights and sounds and, well, whatever.
Granted, having a kid and a stroller and a diaper bag and a backpack handy at all times doesn’t make for the quickest of quickstrikes ever imagined, but we were able to get out and hit the streets a bit, which, as you know, means that I had my camera and was annoying the bejesus out of my away party by stopping. And stopping. And stopping.
But why dog? Y U b stpng SO ruff #homeBoy #srsly?
To take photos of ‘graffiti’ and ‘street art’ of course.
I didn’t go balls out like I normally do in Tokyo, but I was impressed by a few ‘tags’ and/or little bits and pieces of stuff, and decided that I’d like to share them with you here. Please enjoy.
“Mole Man”, Clinton Hill, Brooklyn
“Flea Gang”, Clinton Hill, Brooklyn
“Crab Daddy”, Clinton Hill, Brooklyn
I was really intrigued by this trio of ‘tags’ in Clinton Hill…not really due to any artistic quality they possessed (actually, quite the opposite) but because they were so strange. So very strange. As I walked around and collected these shots, I started to imagine a running gang of dudes (maybe little kids…maybe little kids like those found in Fortress of Solitude) who went around ‘Getting Up’ for the sole purpose of confusing and intriguing middle-aged tourists like me. Hum.
“BAAL”, Clinton Hill, Brooklyn
Surprised to not have ever seen other ‘Baal’ tags. So biblical and foreboding. Seen on the back door to ‘Mike’s Diner’ in CH which happens to be the blow-up church spot on Sunday mornings. My dog was so down with my grits that he fell asleep.
“All You Dead Fucks”, Williamsburg, Brooklyn
“Phil Cony”, LES, Manhattan
“Creepy”, LES, Manhattan
These last two were either on the same wall or in the same alley…again: very outsider…is this the first time the world has heard the term ‘Graf Brut’? Either way, I want to know who this Phil Cony person is…but I have to assume that this is not him.
If you’re interested in seeing some of the other street art shots I nabbed, go ahead and hit it here. I had a fantastic time—a fanTASTIC time—and did a lot more than just take shots of street stuffs. If you’re at all interested, I made an SAST version of my photo tirade that you can hit here. I won’t embed it since it’s about a 70/30 ratio of photos of ‘stuff’ and photos of my ‘kid’.
Ding. Hope everybody’s summer was fantastic.