Today, I’m on the bus going along Great Eastern Road toward Shoreditch Town Hall, and I see these eyes popping out from the other, enviable side of the windows. A delivery truck was blocking her, so I literally stood there and waited, well after it got dark, for the van to move so I could photograph her. Granted, all I had on me was my iPad camera, not my regular camera, so sorry for the graininess, but hey, she’s a BEE-YUTE.
Since this is a photograph-wheatpaste, and it is the same style as JR, it makes me wonder if this is his work. It’s not part of the Inside Out Project, but it’s very much in JR’s style.
Until I can get confirmation, let’s just file this under JR, shall we?
Check out my JR category for more of his work that I’ve photographed.
Saint-Viateur and St. Laurent
and the exact same one at night.
Saint-Viateur and de Gaspé
Coloniale and Duluth
Mont-Royal and Rue Pontiac
St. Laurent and Mont-Royal
I have blogged about artist JR’s Inside Out Project in Toronto so much, that surely my regular readers are sick of it. But here in NYC, the project takes on an entirely new dimension.
Using hundreds of carefully organized wheatpastes, JR erected this massive portrait (which is intrinsic to the project) on the side of a building that faces The High Line. if you don’t know, the High Line is an elevated outdoor public garden that is situated on what used to be a freight train track that hadn’t been used for decades. The abandoned track, fallen into disrepair, sat high above the city in ruin until someone figured out the space could be reclaimed for the public. it’s brilliant up there (albeit blistering hot).
the kid looks like he’s sneezing, n’est-ce pas?
so the kid featured here is First Nations. What’s great about the Inside Out Project is that, in developing countries in Africa and Asia, JR has taken photographs of people who have never been able to have their picture taken, and then he blows them up in size, and places them in the subject’s own village. It’s part n’ parcel with the whole By The People For The People mentality of the project.
ain’t i a stinker?
I’ve only been in NYC for three days and I’ve already taken over 300 photos! Bear with me as I try to balance regular blogging with actually going out and experiencing the city! More to come, swearsies!
either this poster has survived unscathed since LAST SUMMER when the Inside Out Project launched in toronto, or THEY’RE STILL PUTTING THEM UP.
JR, i love ya, but let it die.
found in kensington market, under the Dancing Days mural.
spring street in Soho
and of course JR, the founder of the Inside Out Project, is still up to his old tricks by blowing up photographs to epic proportions and wheatpasting them all the city. here are two examples of his work that i found at the infamous intersection of Wooster and Spring street in Soho:
does this look like Daniel Craig to anyone else?
check out my Inside Out category for more examples of this project around Toronto.
months later, i’m still finding wheatpastes from the Inside Out Project that haven’t been damaged or taken down.
i found her behind a dumpster in a surprisingly bright and airy back alleyway.
and i found her, as you can see, awkwardly hiding behind an electrical pole.
check out my Inside Out Project category for more
near church and dundas
college and dufferin
JR is a prolific street artist from France who takes photographs of villagers (who otherwise would never see themselves in glossies) and then pastes them around their villages. In Kenya he blew up these photos and then placed them on the roofs of the houses, so those flying over could see the people below. He also revived my beloved favelas in Rio de Janeiro with the same process. Earlier this year I found out about his Inside Out Project, which funded by a grant he received. This project allows you to upload a photo of yourself, they will blow it up into a poster and send it back to you (for a fee), and then you go about postering your city. I tried uploading my photo SO MANY FREAKIN TIMES but it kept rejecting it on technicalities and stuff, so I said ‘fuck it.’
But in September (again, while I was away, taking the cross Canada train to Vancouver), in partnership with the Manifesto festival (perhaps the largest urban arts and culture festival in North America), the Inside Out project hit the streets of Toronto.
Now that I’m back, I finally took some time to photograph the wonderful black and white faces of Torontonians.
Why oh why was my photo rejected? I’M CUTE, I SWEAR.