We love coffee. You probably do too. But we REALLY love coffee. It’s actually kind of a problem, and, though we may try to curtail our consumption from time to time, we will probably never give it up. Caffeine is a drug. This addiction has driven us to go above and
There’s graffiti art in Santa Barbara, California. Pictured here is evidence in the form of a large graffiti throw-up in the wealthy California coastal town. The graffiti artwork is in the now gentrified warehouse district known as the Funk Zone. Richard Haase Photo. All rights reserved.
The Atlantic magazine produced a cool little video about Studio B and efforts to preserve and exhibit graffiti art from an abandoned New Orleans housing project. The video is done in mini-documentary style and titled the “Eternality of Graffiti.” We love the title, by the way!
The current mural at the “Bowery Wall” (a.k.a., the “Deitch Wall”) in downtown New York City is an epic, colorful composition of 3D block letters and abstract 2D graphical shapes. The massive painting is by the artist Lakwena and its message “Lift you higher” could be describing the artwork itself.
There is street art. There are cliches. And there are street-art cliches (SAC). That said, we think “trope” is the better suited word here rather than the word “cliche.” So, “street-art trope.” (SAT, of course). There are street art tropes! There is, dare we use the term, “tropey” street art.
Like a vintage wine, some street art ages remarkably well. Others not so well. Take for example most wheat-paste street art posters like the one pictured here in Venice, Los Angeles, by artist Shepard Fairey (see all Shepard Fairey posts). It’s classic Fairey. But it’s showing its age. It’s worn,
Street art often provides many unanswered questions, not only about the artwork itself, but also who created it. There’s seldom clear authorship for most street art and usually no contextual information about the artwork or artist in the way there is for in a museum of gallery. That can make it
An electric utility box along Sunset Blvd. in Silver Lake, in Los Angeles, has been painted as an old-school public pay telephone. See pic below. From a distance you might be fooled into thinking you were spying a real pay phone, albeit a questionably larger-than-life-size one. But, of course, it’s
… More details to come, but here’s a pic from Maya of the work in progress.
Abso-fucking-lutely brilliant! Artist(s) turned these concrete barriers into a giant Toblerone chocolate bar. At time of reporting it could not be confirmed, but sources say this is somewhere in Sweden and was produced by a duo known as “Baron & Pank.” It’s all very reminiscent of the work of Claes
Look, savvy reader! Look at the photo above! See that tiny wheat-pasted street artwork of a poodle-like canine waltzing down the pavement seeming to give zero fucks but in a totally oblivious, entitled way? Ahhhhh …. cuuuuuuuuute, right?!?!? Look again, look carefully. Is that a dollop of poop nonchalantly
We were were recently walking down the street in the Arts District near Downtown Los Angeles (a.k.a., DTLA). We were upbeat, bright-eyed, walking with a spring in our step, as one might say, practically skipping along the pavement and doing this all while scrolling through the email inbox on
We spent last weekend on a surf trip in Ventura and Santa Barbara counties north of Los Angeles. On the way back to LA, as we drove sun-kissed and exhausted along Pacific Coast Highway (a.k.a., PCH) and we neared scenic Santa Monica, we spotted the mysterious, blank gaze of Andre
Art can do many things. It can provoke, teach, offend, inform, comfort, inspire, scare, stimulate and bond us. Street art, can possibly do even more things. Its public nature — in “the streets” — gives it more reach and exposure to a much larger, broader audience than most of the
There’s that famous song by every hipster-music-nerd’s favorite band the Modern Lovers with the remarkable observation that Pablo Picasso, one of the greatest artists of all time, was “never called an asshole.” We highly doubt this. But put that aside for a moment and assume that, in fact, the artsy