Italy may have gotten to the Internet late. But it invented the personal computer (Olivetti) in the 1960s. Floppy disc historiography, Milano.
Archived entries for Graffiti
Everyone their own broadcaster. Neukölln garage door, August 2010.
British healthcare beats the US. But Germany’s is the best. Neukölln, June 011.
I pass this apartment building whenever I take Pixel and Raster out for a walk. Recently constructed, it is flanked by beautiful old buildings that were most likely built in the early twentieth century. The graffiti is relatively new.
Shooting this photo yesterday, for once I became complicit, (albeit, by accident) with my subject matter, when the dogs decided to urinate on the building. Unfortunately, they relieved themselves outside the scope of the frame.
Near Frankfurter Allee, July 27th.
My parents used to live a couple of doors down from this illustration. There was no such thing as art in the square back then. At least not like this.
I taught a middle aged relative how to fix a flat tire in front of this spot, too. It was 1995. He’d just arrived from Uruguay, and told me he’d never driven before.
Kikar Hamedinah, Tel Aviv. 11/5/09.
Rough trans: The good will overcome the bad. Ibn Gvirol, near the Ministry of Defence. Tel Aviv, 11/5/09.
A poster child for those seeking to demonstrate the Israeli government’s failings to properly look after its citizenry, or a prisoner of the larger Arab-Israeli conflict, the figure of Gilad Shalit has come to symbolize almost every conceivable kind of victimization Israelis suffer from. So ubiquitous has his image become, both in Israel and in the Diaspora, Shalit’s captivity has been used as though it were a reminder to Jewry that it is collectively hostage, and that everything is, as usual, threatening to spin out of its control.
Pity the parents of POWs like Shalit, who have to contend with the uses of their children for such ends. Granted, Noam Shalit (pictured here) has put himself in the public eye for longer than anyone can remember, in order to get the government to secure the release of Gilad. Yet, the defacement of Shalit here, in this Tel Aviv phone booth – eyes crossed out, the word “Inspire”, in English, scrawled on his mouth – suggest a weariness with how Noam’s image, as an anxious father, has been put to as many partisan uses as his son.
King George Street, 5/5/09.
The timing couldn’t have been better. Immediately after arriving in London, I had to edit the US edition of a guide to local graffiti installations by British political artist Banksy. Written, photographed and self-published by journalist Martin Bull, the book has been an underground hit here since it first appeared last March. Finding a copy at the Serpentine Gallery bookstore, Jennifer and I were pleasantly surprised. Having only seen the UK version before, back in San Francisco, it made our new home feel a lot more familiar.
Yesterday the author signed off on the final PDF, whose cover, shot in Hoxton, appears above. Today, the book’s designer, Courtney Utt, will enter his final corrections and send it to the printer. We’re both really excited to finally see it off. The book was ingeniously re-designed from the ground up. I worked my little fanny off (or non-existent one, as my wife would lovingly put it) to retain Bull’s original language, while giving it a good makeover. Banksy: Locations and Tours will be in US bookstores starting in January.