Monday, April 4, 2011


It has a fence to guard from vandals.
This is a graveyard where artists go to die, put themselves out to pasture.
Their scrawls are found on the walls of factories where life used to exist.

A sick joke for an art form that has always been the quintessential expression of forgotten youth who simply said: We’re still here.

And now that building is a graveyard.
It has high fences to protect its residents from vandals.
This is where graffiti artists go to die.

And all that remains of this final conquest are photos that no one will ever see.

Friday, July 17, 2009

Food for thought.

If you ever make it out into the Brooklyn area, check out an amazing pub/fish 'n' chips joint called The Chipshop. They have two locations about 10 minutes apart from each other, one right off of the Brooklyn Bridge at 129 Atlantic Ave., the other in the Park Slope Area at 383 5th Ave.

Start off with the haddock and chips, indulge with one of the many delicious imported beers on tap, and finish off with a deep-fried Snickers bar. You won't regret it!

Check out their website for more information:

http://www.chipshopnyc.com/