Recently, I walked past the Doorfaces only to find that one of the doorways had been entombed
in some sort of space-age material. I think it is no small coincidence that this is (was?) the door
leading up to the roof of the otherwise abandoned townhouses, where the wily graffiti vandals
allegedly go to do their rap-sprays.
A closer look (and a kick or three) indicates that its only about an inch-thick slather of cheap spackle.
TaTa & GuGu
Clark Dick Clark
Zuki
Tropiical Stufff
Eliana Me
White Gin
M+E
Heck / Elsie
Ziggy Nay^2
Wierdo
Maneater Bubbles 169
There. I typed out all...
The ‘man on the street’ often sees graffiti as illegible or unreadable. He therefore assumes that the reasons for doing graffiti are equally indistinct and obscure and shows no respect for graff as an art form, or any other component...