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Gregoire Alessandrini was a student in Greenwich Village in the ’90’s. I was too, but this guy actually did something with his time. He has posted these and so many more on his blog. I spent all day staring at these gems. He was everywhere. We must have passed each other because I have a picture of the same person from Wigstock ’93. There are so many memories here.

Someone handed Richard Sandler a Leica in ’77 and blessed us with this flawlessness. He believes everything can be seen on the streets. He believes filming is easier than still photography.

Sandler believes cellular phones have robbed the photographer of their subjects, “There is nothing more boring, nothing more nondescript and vacant than a person on a cell phone walking down the street. They seem to be out of the game. People are walking around in bubbles.”

Technology suffocates the mess. The mistakes are in the mess and the beauty is in the mistakes.

When Antonio Garcia, aka “Chico” was a little boy he drew all over his mom’s apartment with crayons. In school he doodled in his notebooks and sprayed his name on buses. Then he began tagging subway cars and before the age of twenty he began painting handball courts for the Parks Department. His first job was on the corner of 4th and C of an army tank.

In 1983, Chico was pictured in Artforum Magazine and, within the Losaida community, became referred to as “Chico the Legend.”

Chico was shot painting a store in 1998 and had an outer body experience. He said, “I tried to be a hero, and I got shot. I saw myself leave my body and flew to New Jersey like Superman. Something picked me up and put me in a tunnel. People were screaming. When I woke up and I saw a girl trying to zip the body bag. They put me in the freezer. I was gone… I died for 25 minutes.”

Chico retired in 2009 and has since moved to Tampa to be with his kids.

Like Revs and Cost, his works are very memorable to me. Whenever a public figure died, I would see a painted tribute to them. When I had seen his paintings of Selena and Tupac, I noticed his very recognizable air brush style, and began aggressively looking for his tag everywhere.

exterminator next to my apartment

In 1993, I was beyond thrilled to take an apartment on the corner of 12th St and Avenue A, exclusively to be near Chico’s mural of roaches and a rat.

Scott Wade is Filth Whisperer. This is a an artist that has his shit all sorted. He lives a mile and a half off of a dirt road which is his palette, and his wife’s car, a blue Yaris is his ingenious canvas. He’s like an ant trapped in an Etch-a-Sketch… If Texas is an Etch-a-Sketch.

Scott is a graphic designer. As you can see from these photos, he obviously is more than just a talented draftsman. Although he indeed does live off of a dirt road, he admittedly uses oil and a hair dryer to spread dirt across the windows. This takes him about 10 minutes, instead of having to drive to Burning Man and back.

My favorite piece, obviously, is the Geisha with the rotating windshield wiper tongue, but also I really enjoy the portraits of the cast of Dallas.

Shelley Miller is a super skilled artist based in Montreal, but has done some very cool street art in Toronto and parts of Brazil. At first glance, the works appear to be whole or bit parts of tiles or in some cases, part of various graffiti tags. I love these temporary works. They are mysterious and inspire wonderment. How, when, why, how much media ended up in her mouth, etc.

In 2011, a collective of unknowns unloaded a tankload of water-based, environmentally-friendly paint on an intersection of Berlin’s Rosenthaler Platz just before rush hour. Beautimous!

Two street artists known as Delafuente and SÃO are collectively painting storm drains all over São Paulo, in addition to very large murals and other urban ambitions. As a team they go by the name 6emeia.




Shannon Vavrinchik is brilliant and even when she wants to serve up some whimsy, the finished piece always lands on a dark note. Whether she is conscious of this or not is known to me, but I love and covet everything she has ever shown me since I’ve known her.

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