SOME 'FFITI

TODAYS GRAFFITI

SLOW DAY

Saw this at Strand when I was gift shopping and hauled all the way back there the next day to get it. 3 million copies! What do her shoulders say?

There is graffiti and then, as the NYPD has put it, scraffiti, made from etching, scratching or using acid to vandalize (or make art). Personally, I think the graffiti world has had it's art world moment and should now go away. Especially since I can't find a Banksy in all the graffiti art I've lifted off the streets over the years. What you see above and below is... Peelfiti? These subway ads are laminates and the kids cut through the rubber and strip them, often putting eyeballs and mouths on other ads. Sometimes the madness can be beautiful...

Upper East Side realness. 3rd Avenue royalty.

More closed Saint Vincents, 51st Street side. I wonder if Ezo stuck Ethelin the hospital or right there...

Ethel doesn't really care.

Breakfast. 57th & 9th. Face like 10 miles of bad road though.

ugly shitty hipster hat that I hope someone discarded when they came to their senses.

THE PRICE TAG BUDDHA

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'MOFITI

TIME TO BB THE DONUTS

OOOOOOOOOOOOO kay.

HUNG SIAMESE CONNECTION

CURIOUS

"Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought him back!" -Grandpa on 'The Munsters'


I love you fans out there sitting in the dark... or the florescent office.

I was having a particularly rough day on myself. I am such a receptacle of guilt. Everyone has been letting me have it lately. I have been seriously told by almost everyone about something I did that was careless with no option of forgiveness. Punishment is big in my family and I'm still getting the silence treatment from them for my meltdown on Christmas (yeah, it was bad). I can be made to feel very guilty very easily and you can be sure I will go fast to work giving myself hell. So I'm sitting on the calf machine at the gym while beautiful men are hating on me and I'm thinking about my crummy blog and my big mouth and some one was talking... to me? I took my head phones off and he wasn't asking about my tattoos. He loved my blog, especially my article on the very gym we were in. I told him people must think I'm so mean and he said no, that he and his friends love reading it and they love me. He was cute too. My day was slightly less awful after that. Sorry to gloat a little but I need it today. I'm sensitive.

"...your perspective is one that is one of a great curator , observer and most of all creator . I will be tenacious until you're on board =)" -Brian Mills of Fierth.com









I heard that the opposite of fear is curiosity, but I don't know if I'm smart enough to think that one out. I do know that when I'm scared to death that I don't want to know any more and that when I'm curious I am not living in fear. To curiosity, our curious nature and my most definite curious existence.

MORE DCKCHCKN

Look at the cute little dickckickens on the pizza! Such detail!

DUANE: READ

YOU CAN MAKE YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE