Found this near Nieuwe Prinsengracht in Amsterdam.
First, my beloved C215. I found all of these just by cycling around Amsterdam and keeping my eyes open. Always remember to keep your heads up, munchkins! There is so much wonderful art in your city and you’re missing it!
Now some Space Invader! So technically, I photographed this piece last year, but it was a crappy shot with my iPad, so I found it again and photographed it properly. I was shocked how I found it again, this is literally buried within a series of winding and interlocking streets in a community-housing project. I wasn’t looking to find it again, I just stumbled upon it, and was like NO WAY NO WAY NO WAY!
This was on Overtoom. I was lucky to spot this, because I was bombing north on my bike, going really fast and not paying attention to walls, I just happened to look up. ALWAYS LOOK UP!
This Invader looks like he’s wearing a mask!
I think this was on Bloemenstraat near the Prisengracht.
Finally some Curtis Kulig. YES CURTIS, I SWEAR I LOVE YOUUUUUUUU.
Curtis AND an A.S.V.P.! Lucky day!
The Dutch love erecting sayings and quotes on their buildings … bless ‘em.
Like all great travellers, I have seen more than I remember, and I remember more than I have seen.
TELL ME ABOUT IT.
Men under the guidance of reason desire nothing for themselves which they do not also desire for the rest of mankind.
This was on the wall at Café Brecht, which makes sense, as this is a Brechtian quote. It translates (roughly) in English to, “Because things are the way they are, they will not stay the way they are.” I found this wall last year, when I titled this post.
Haha! So true.
Ok so this wasn’t in Amsterdam, it was in the Delft. I found it when I took a daytrip there to visit the birthplace of Johannes Vermeer.
This was on an abandoned, boarded-up building.
It’s Emily Dickinson.
“To make a prairie,
it takes a clover
and one bee.
and a bee,
The revery alone
if the bees are few.”
Amsterdam is a magical city. Modern and inviting, yet also capable of transporting you into time lost to the ages.
First of all: TYPEWRITER PORNOGRAPHY!
They wouldn’t let me touch it. I WAS DYING TO TOUCH IT.
It even had that old-book smell. They really should bottle that smell and market it to people who are secretly old ladies . . . like me.
I want to put this one on a chain and hang it around my neck.
FONT-SPLOSION! Look at that gorgeous typeface.
This Smith-Premiere was so badly damaged, I think some of the keys had capsized. Also, someone dust that thing, for the love of Gawd!
Speaking of old-book smell…
I found these at the Boekenmarkt that is held once a week near Het Spui in Amsterdam.
Haha, oh the funny things people used to write about.
Best-seller, no doubt.
*Slowly backs away*
GASP! Weird postal crayons made in Czechoslovakia that I have no idea what to use them for! MUST HAVE!
I’m being serious.
I’m sorry, did I just walk into a screensaver?
Back to typewriters! I found this hanging on the wall at Bar Bukowski, which I also visited last year.
I think Bukowski’s books in general are misogynistic, male-bravado, wank-fests, but his quotes taken out of context are damned good.
This reminds me of Edward Hopper’s “Nighthawks.”
I actually photographed this little red building back in 2006 but I didn’t record its location back then, so I had no idea how to find it again. I just used my directionally-adept nose and some intuition, wandered around for 2 weeks until I finally found it again. If you don’t know why this building is important, take ANY WALKING TOUR in Amsterdam and they’ll tell you. It’s the smallest building in the entire city.
It has the same depth as other buildings, but it’s only a metre and a half wide. Just long enough for me to lie down in. Someone was working at their laptop there…so yes, people live there.
This wasn’t Amsterdam, it was the Delft… but holy gorgeous amazeballs postcard idyllic nostalgia-ultra-acolyte!
That’s it, I’m moving to Holland. Us old-lady-grannies-in-young-lady-bodies gotta stick together.
Some people go to Amsterdam for the pot. Some go for the ladies in the red-lights. Some go for the bicycles.
I went for Laser314 (whom I have blogged about before). If you don’t know, Laser 3.14 is a street poet. He sprays his unique and original lines of poetry (yes, they’re his words) all over the city in English. Most locals tend to appreciate his work, as it is not seen as typical narcissistic vandalism. The poetry is moving, heart-breaking, ephemeral, and packs an emotional punch. When I found this piece last summer, I needed to sit down on a nearby bench. I just tried to breathe.
It was a glorious two weeks.
I was lucky enough, through the magic of the webernet (heehee), to get into contact with the elusive Laser, and he instructed me to go graff-hunting in certain areas of Amsterdam, where I found many of these pieces.
But I also found many of these pieces on my own, just from using some intuition, a bike, and good pair of walking shoes
After a while of hanging out in Amsterdam and finding Laser’s work, I started to easily identify possible places he might have bombed. He seems to favour either the tarps that go over construction sites, or the plywood that protects constructions sites. There are very few instances of his poetry-art appearing on anything else (although I have seen photographs of his work appearing on skips and industrial garbage bins). If I were to hazard a guess, I would say he does this because, this way, he’s not permanently damaging anyone’s property. Those construction tarps and boards will come down, eventually. No harm, no foul, no clean-up, no damage. Everyone wins.
Travel beyond the shroud.
I adore this one.
We are always on the verge of something.
Vermin gnawing holes in democracy.
This one was the hardest to photograph because half of the piece was covered by cinder blocks and construction. It says, “Days of confusion precedes the age of reason.”
And the horses waited to be tamed…
Life can be such a lonely place.
Ha ha ha!
Vote Nixon, he’s dead.
Progress. Regress. Regrets.
Hello, I’m your assassin!
I wish I was someone…
I hope to find more on my next journey to the ‘dam. Well, if I’m hoping for things, I hope to meet someone who’ll spraypaint poetry about me one day …. but one step at a time, Chris.
Ah, so much Amsterdam-Awesomesauce.
More street art pics to come from my time in the most magical city on the planet… just you wait.
I’m off to Amsterdam for two sensational weeks, including my birfday (I’m turning 33, but I’m still technically younger than Jesus)!! Let me know if any of you munchkins will be in the area.
Think about it.
Anyhoo, I recently visited the gallery exhibitions of two of my favourite street artists. Phlegm and C215. This is really some gorgeous work in London right now, and the exhibitions are FREE FREE FREE so please check them out before they’re gone!
First, Phlegms “The Bestiary.”
Check out my Phlegm category for more of his work that I’ve photographed!
And now, C215′s “Back to Black!”
Use the force, Luke . . . I’ve run out of lubricant.
I think this one is my favourite.
Check out my C215 category for more of his work that I’ve photographed around the world!
See you in Amsterdam, munchkins! TIME FOR SOME AMSTERDAMMAGE.
I’ve been sitting on this news since OCTOBER you guys. I’ve hinted at it in the past, but couldn’t say a word until now. I was selected to appear in an episode of Channel 4′s documentary series First Dates, a fly-on-the-wall documentary show about singletons going on first dates in London. They’ve featured me in the commercial advertising the show, which you can watch above.
My episode, where I went on a lovely date with Paul, will air this Wednesday, February 12th at 10pm on Channel 4 in the UK and Ireland. After, it will be available to watch online on 4oD. I’m afraid it won’t be broadcast internationally, nor is 4oD available internationally, so unless someone uploads a torrent of this, you won’t be able to watch it unless you live in the UK or Ireland. But hopefully a bunch of my British munchkins will watch and enjoy and share!
EDIT: They’ve also uploaded my “dating profile” to the First Dates website, check me out here!
Since the commercial started airing, I’ve been inundated with messages from people asking, “Did I just see you in a commercial for First Dates on Channel 4?!”
Haha! It’s nice to know that even though I have 2 seconds of air-time in this commercial, I’m instantly recognizable . . . The Canadian accent must be the give-away.
I’m really excited about this because I feel like I’m starting 2014 off right. First, I am invited to lecture at an academic conference, then I am invited to do a spoken word performance at Spark London (which you can listen to here on their podcast, I’m the first performer on it!) and now I’m featured on a brilliant documentary series about love.
That’s what I love about life: it is always exquisitely unpredictable, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
There are no rules to this thing, go out there and live your life, make it your own, fill it with adventure and extraordinary experiences until it’s bursting at the seams, and never look back.
Onward and upward!
As I mentioned previously, I’ve been asked by the lovely munchkins at Spark London to tell more stories from my fucktard life at this curated event of true stories stranger than fiction.
And donations to cure my trembling nerves can be sent via PayPal. Ack!
I can use all of this as research fodder for my academic lecture this summer, right?
I decided to perform another spoken word piece at Spark London tonight. The theme was “fame” so I thought I’d speak about a lil’ reality TV show I once was cast in. Enjoy!
You might remember the last time I did a spoken word piece: that was much more sombre and solemn. This is more upbeat, if a tad on the “how pathetic, but I can laugh at myself” side.
Lots of people came up to me afterwards to say how much they enjoyed my piece, and then the organizers of a curated spoken word event, also run by Spark London, invited me to speak at their next event! Which is so kind of them. Yay!
In addition, I have more good news to report! I have been invited to lecture at the 5th Global Conference on Storytelling, to be held in May in Lisbon, Portugal! This is really exciting because almost all of the other lecturers invited to this event are affiliated with a university (Professors or PhD researchers). I am unaffiliated, I’m just a gal who wrote an academic paper that the organizers enjoyed. So if any of you little munchkins are planning on being in Lisbon (and you should, Lisbon in the month of May is quite delightful), please do come and watch me flex my academic vernacular as far as it can stretch.
I’m debating whether I should fly to Lisbon, or just take the train . . . or . . . ACADEMIC ROAD TRIP!
So many projects are in the works . . . fellowships, funding, publications, and some top-secret stuff that I really want to share with all of you but I’m sworn to secrecy! Can’t wait for these projects to come to fruition and I can finally talk about them! But, in the meantime, I send you fanks for all the support, my delicious munchkins.
Life is unfolding the way it should. It’s a my-future’s-so-bright-I-gotta-wear-shades type dealie. You better stand back, cuz the woman I’m going to be is something fierce.
I’ve blogged about Pablo Delgado before, but his work, because of its size, is particularly hard to find and to spot… and it doesn’t have a long shelf life, as its easily ripped away in a single swipe or rainstorm.
Dulwich to the rescue!
All of the following were erected during the 2013 Dulwich Festival, and they’re still there!
These two pieces by PG are a mashup of The Nurture of Jupiter by Poussin and Princess Victoria aged 4 by Denning.
I love how PG gives his paste-ups shadows on the sidewalk!
Here’s The Nurture of Jupiter
And this is Princess Victoria. How regal:)
This one, a few kilometres away, is too ripped to decipher, but it’s clearly a PG.
This, on the wall of a Charity shop entrance, is so easy to overlook. I searched for sometime for this one!
All I can retrieve from sources is that this is based on a mixture of details from the paintings at the Dulwich Picture Gallery….
I love the shadows and the detailing.
For this one, a few blocks away from the last one, there is virtually no information on its basis at all. But i think it’s my favourite.
Ha ha, her belt was done with a sharpie!
The glorious work of Jimmy C strikes again From what I’ve been able to determine, this went up in Brixton over the summer. I missed everything good last year.
Finding this was particularly fortuitous, because I found it on David Bowie’s birfday!
I dunno if Bowie himself has ever really been in Brixton. Probably, I mean, he married Angie in Bromley which is a short bus ride away…. so let’s pretend this mural is site-specific
Check out my James Cochrane category for more his work that I’ve photographed around the world
STIK! Found in Dulwich (obviously), his work here is based on An Unknown Couple by Thomas Gainsborough.
Look at ‘em. Just chillin. All suave.
And they complement the sky.
Woah, what’s this in the alley? I almost missed this!
This is based on The Guardian Angel by Franceschini.
Man, the sky was gorgeous when I was finding all these Stiks!
Hahahah! Dude on the left is all, don’t touch me bro!!
This is based on The Fall of Man by Pieter Coecke van Aelst.
Woah, now he’s allowed to put them on houses??!! People always ask me, “if you love street art, how would you feel if someone came and did this to your home?” Well, clearly, this is a prime example that that would rule.
I love how she’s just leaning on his knee… I mean, I dunno if this is a man and a woman, so I’ll just assume.
This is based on Elizabeth and Mary Davidson – Tily Kettle.
This was just a few houses down.
This is based on the Linley Sisters by Thomas Gainsborough.
Moving out of Dulwich, I found this Stik up in the Bethnal Green area that I’d never seen before. I’m sure it’s super old, but it’s new to me!
Check out my Stik category for more of his work that I’ve photographed!
Roa put up two of his pieces in Dulwich as part of the Dulwich Festival, this was the first one I found. it’s based on two previous artworks: Landscape With Sportsmen and Game by Pynacker, and Halt of a Hunting Party by Wouwerman.
It’s basically a doggy have a poop. On the roof of the Victoria Pub.
This was on the side of a house on Lordship Lane. The only information I can find about the house is that it has, in its entirety, been turned into a street art venue, with works by Malarky, Thierry Noir, and others. But I couldn’t find any mention of what Roa’s piece here is based on. Either way, it fucking rules.
I had to stick my hand through a locked fence just to get this shot.
Tailing curving around the window. He does that a lot, it’s like his signature.
The skeleton looks bored.
Check out my Roa category to see more of his works that I’ve photographed around the world
I love how Phlegm focusses his piece on one specific aspect of Poussin’s painting. I would have to agree that the trumpeter is the most interesting detail of the piece.
Of course, Phlegm adds his own style and form to the piece, which takes it from classical to a haunting, dream-like realm.
Look at the detailing on his tunic and on the trumpet.
Check out my Phlegm category for more of his work that I’ve photographed.
I found this on the side of the Florence Pub in Herne Hill. It’s by David Shillinglaw and he based it on Van Dyck’s Samson & Delilah. Van Dyck’s version is viewable at the Dulwich Picture Gallery. Shillinglaw did his version as part of the Dulwick Festival, which erects some of the most sumptuous street art and graffiti in London every year. The next few posts on this blog will be from all of my Dulwich-Festival-related graff hunts:) I’ve found so much mesmerizing stuff.
This piece is so wonderfully emotive. At first it reminded me of the style employed by Frida Kahlo. The scissors, the tears from the unblinking eyes, the hair that looks like veins, the disembodied eyes, the flowing-almost-underwater nature of the lines….
Tell me that’s not beautiful. I dare you.
The wonderful people over at FUSAC treated me to the best New Years Eve gift I could have received: tickets to see The Artist Live in Concert at the Royal Albert Hall, performed by the London Symphony Orchestra! I had never been to the RAH and I have always dreamed of seeing the LSO perform live, ever since I was a second-chair Viola in my high school’s symphony orchestra, so this was a thrilling delight. I have already seen The Artist, so I didn’t pay too much attention to the film. I kept staring the the Cellos (celli?) and the xylophones and the tubas and the Double Basses …. I just love watching hands in vibrato in unison. Even the way they plucked pizzicato was glorious. Above is a super short clip of them warming up (no photos allowed during the performance, naturally).
Royal Albert Hall is a huge concert venue, with several tiers, balconies, and ornate architecture, it was a feast for the eyes. Somehow, FUSAC got me seats in the 14th row on the mezzanine floor! Best seats in the house! I looked up how much tickets were, and was shocked at the prices. I love getting sweet cultural experiences for free!
As the orchestra took a bow, the composer of the film, who was actually there, Ludovic Bource, joined the conductor Ernst Van Tiel for an encore. It was the most memorable New Years I’ve had in years.
So 2014, eh? In a few months, this blog will be nine years old. I’m tenacious, if nothing else.
I’m not one for Resolutions or for End-of-year lists or Best-of’s. I have a lot to reflect on, but so much more to come my way.
All I’ll contribute to the reflective dialogue of the changing of the calender year is this:
Say what you will about me, but in my life, I have had every opportunity to be boring, and I never took it.
May that continue in 2014.
This epic Roa was on the Southbank Centre.
extreeeeeeme close up
On the same complex was work by Phlegm.
And I’d never seen this Roa before, I found it on Hackney Road just north of this Roa that I found earlier this year, but for some reason, I just missed this! By like a block!
At least this Roa-Rabbit isn’t skinned and hanging from its extremities.