Tag Archives: Graffiti

Alice Loves Matty

Graffiti is a voice claimed when no other is given: the ultimately democratised language, subversive, irreverent, free. So often, we wonder why people will not engage, why they will not comment, question, or challenge. But that may be to miss … Continue reading

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Scaffolding the Safari

The Social Age conference is at the more experimental end of the work that i do, and why not? It’s an event i run once a year to explore: to create a space that provokes discussion, exposes us to new … Continue reading

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Community Graffiti

Where do you turn when you need a graffiti artist? Today, i turned to the community, and within three hours i had twenty two. All recommendations from the community: validated, introduced, recommended. It’s not coincidence: we curate our communities, we … Continue reading

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The Writing On The Wall

There are layers of writing throughout the city: i leave the train to the sight of formal, informational guidance, clean cut voices telling me where the stairs are, where the exit is, where the toilets are and what to do … Continue reading

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Brighton Rock: Reckless and Homeless

You can’t walk far in Brighton without finding graffiti: the sanctioned and sponsored art form type, decorating electrical boxes and shopfronts, the porto-art inhabiting alleyways and laid on hoardings, and the raw, visceral cries sprayed on garage doors, derelict rooftops … Continue reading

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San Francisco: Co-Existence in Culture

Few cities have more layers than San Francisco, it’s Victorian houses baked onto the hillsides, streetcars hauling up inclines and everywhere the coffee shops and bistros. It’s a city in change, a city in flux: both old and new, layered … Continue reading

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San Francisco: Hinterland

I don’t know if it’s called ‘fly tipping’ here, but it was noticeable that, under the concrete flyways, between the monumental arches, at the dead end of endless tracks, the rubbish was piled high. Ironic really that the yard next … Continue reading

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