Hollywood Horse Head Soup, a ladle full of South Beach’s crunchy Cockroach Soup, or the vague possibility of being force-fed London’s Scrap Metal Soup? Continue reading “Leave the gun, take the cannoli.”
“I find beauty in the grotesque, like most artists.” Alexander McQueen Ever since I spotted Alex Arnell’s neurotics, his screaming ab dabs, it is as though a portal has opened and a bundle of dysfunctional spirit guides have tumbled out. Arnell’s … Continue reading Alex Arnell aka ‘Sell Out’ and his screaming ab dabs!
London is a city with all of the symptoms of multiple-personality disorder. One minute you are defending yourself from being trampled to death on Camden High Street or the tube, and the next you are staring solemnly at Sir Ian … Continue reading The Last Stand
There seems to be quite a bit of angst-in-need-of-aspirin amongst the street artists of London. As one would expect, the general response to this urban malaise begins with a modicum of empathy and compassion. But that glimmer of empathy quickly … Continue reading Despondancy, Despair and Aspirin
“Be the change you wish to see in the world.” Positive affirmations can be such comforting throwbacks to the 1960s. The days of upbeat Beach Boys songs, Cat Stevens’ tunes and Scott McKenzie’s famous anthem about going to San Francisco … Continue reading Ebrul Ahmet’s Good Vibrations
… a new cause in town. Themes in street art, as in any other cultural milieu, come and go. A new radicalized idea will pop up, enjoy a sudden popularity and then slowly suffer the big fade. Its moment in … Continue reading Yes, there is …
“Once more into the fray – Into the last good fight I’ll ever know – Live and die on this day.” Liam Neeson, The Grey. This week, while standing on a sidewalk in Oahu’s Chinatown, I spotted a long and narrow alley. Just … Continue reading Yes, take me . . .