Someone in Innsbruck thinks they are Banksy. This is one of Banksy’s old stencils, but I highly doubt this is a Banksy original. I am pretty sure this is a forgery, but whatever, we love Banksy round hurrr.
Ghetto rat with MAH-JAH bling.
Austrians love to love. ICH LIEBE DICH! (that’s what she said)
Another Bansky rat. This is why I question the authenticity of this stencil. Banksy would never put two of the same stencil in the same place.
Fight Nazis Rats. I guess Nazism is still a problem in Austria? Hitler WAS an Austrian after all … I dunno. But I found this stencil several times.
Another bridge with the lovers locks on it. Found these in Ljubljana, in Paris, in New York, in Toronto, in London …. every city does it!
This is a lovely wheatpaste, it is a shame so many people were walking by without noticing the CHEEZBURGER.
This was a tile! I love this kind of ceramic art.
Perhaps Antifa is a taggers name, I dunno.
Me too! Let us throw things and then dance like children of the night.
Jokes aside, well done. Very thought-provoking.
It’s LE PETIT PRINCE! Someone made a stencil of Le Petit Prince! ZOMG you hafta message me because I wanna be your friend.
We get it already!
Superman logo backwards, with the caption Mindfuck.
Ok, I dig it.
I like stencils of CCTV cameras. Dunno why, it makes me feel like an anarchist making fun of authority or something.
COOL! Someone put up a stencil of Barack Hussein Obama. I don’t know how old this stencil is, but I was in Cambodia when he was reelected as the POTUS. So I feel a bit out of the loop on things. But speaking of politics, I just found out that Toronto’s stupid monkey Mayor Rob Ford has been removed from office by the courts for conflict of interest. I CAN JUST IMAGINE ALL THE WONDERFUL GRAFFITI BIDDING HIM ADIEU GOING UP IN PARKDALE RIGHT NOW! If you check out my Fordzilla category, you will find a whole bunch of graffiti and street art from around Toronto poking fun at his shitstormanity. I just made up a word. Go me.
Oh-Bama, you are Ba-racking my world.
pretty sure this is the fine work of Denial 🙂
Shaw and Argyle 🙂
Harper: turning Canada into a deathstar since 2005.
As promised yesterday, here’s a nice post on the Montreal student protests. Graffitists and street artists have done some amazing work around the plateau and Mile End, expressing their anger but also their solidarity.
For more in the Montreal student protests, read the Wiki of it. All I want to do right now is relish in the photos!
The above red stencil was found outside the Mont-Royal metro. It translates to “Resistance is your homework” and has an image of an A+ grade on a red square. It’s a call for Montreal students to protest because it is more important than their exams.
This was found in the back alleys of Mont-Royal near Christophe-Colombe. For those of you who don’t know, Jean Charest is the premier of Quebec.
As I mentioned yesterday, the red square is the symbol of the student’s resistance. I found it spraypainted all over Van Horne near St. Laurent. Here’s one.
This was stencil’d on the sidewalk right next to the red squares.
a beautifully-realized stencil of a police officer, with a red square on his breast, which says “avec vous dans l’ombre.” that translates to “with you in the shadows.”
so glad i spotted that from afar!
I found this stop sign on Saint-Viateur near St. Urbain. Reminds me of this, n’est-ce pas?
found in an alley near Mont-Royal and brebeuf. it looks like this originally said “l’argent et la mort” which means “money and death.” but then it was changed to “l’argent est la mort” which means “money IS death.”
PLQ is a political party in Quebec, and this roughly translates to “The PLQ is in the shitter”
fuck the police
a stencil of a riot cop
and another one
this says “Leave Iraq, leave afghanistan.” This confuses me a little, because while Canadian soldiers are in Afghanistan, we never went to Iraq. Canada didn’t participate in the Iraq war. Maybe this isn’t just about Canada, but meant for others outside our borders. Or maybe it’s meant for stupid monkey Prime Minister Harper, who wanted our troops in Iraq.
i go by this wall often, and the “rob ford” had been there for a while, but the VAN-dalism wheatpaste is new. the two aren’t done by the same artist (i don’t think), but they are definitely related thematically.
$20 says right this very instant, Rob Ford is saying something stupid in public.
this guy doesn’t seem to think so. the line through the equal symbol means, no, silence doesn’t equal compliance.
found in an alleyway behind The Green Room.
This year I have spent way to much time in court houses! Earlier this year I was called in for jury duty for a First Degree Murder Trial (which I blogged about here, and subsequently broke the internet. Hello traffic!), and today I attended traffic court to fight a ticket I received in 2010. Speedy trial, eh? Two years later, I get my court date! That’s justice for you.
Anyway, I won my trial. I went to traffic court once before, about 10 years ago, and the officer didn’t show up so my case was dismissed. This time, the officer showed, so I had to go to trial. I was the only person who had to go to trial at this session, so I watched all the other cases go before the judge and what not, and was the last person to be called forward.
When I was called forward, the prosecutor (a spindly, sour-faced, fraction of a woman whose antic disposition was written in the huge crevices of her face) asked me if the parking officer and I had shared our information and evidence. I said no, so the three of us (the prosecutor, the officer, and myself) stepped aside while court was in session to go over each others evidence.
The parking officer was a bit hyper and kept interrupting me, so I said, “I’d like to finish my thought, you’re not letting me finish my thought.”
The prosecutor then said to me, I kid you not,
“Clearly you’re not going to shut up so let’s go back into the court room.”
WHILE COURT WAS IN SESSION, this green-pants-suit prosecutor hurled profanity and abusive language at me.
Shocked and appalled, I looked at her and literally said, “Did you just tell me to shut up? It’s inappropriate for you to speak to me that way and I find your language offensive.”
She then addressed the judge and said that I was interrupting court proceedings. ME!
Yeah, because I’m the one hurling obscenities while court was in session.
There are signs posted outside and inside that court room which say that abusive language will not be tolerated, yet the court prosecutor hurled abusive language at me (which at best was inappropriate and at worst was offensive) and NO ONE disciplined her.
I won my court case because the parking officer was a bit scattered and contradicted herself on the stand, so the case was dismissed and thrown out. Yay!
But after I left the court room, the parking officer came up to me and said that she found the prosecutor to be “rude and out of order” and that she felt sorry for me when the prosecutor spoke to me that way. Other people in the area, who witnessed her speaking to me that way, also came up to me to express their disgust about her language.
Clearly this prosecutor thinks all people are stupider than her and beneath her, and she has the right to speak to me that way. Everyone is an idiot, right lady? Who cares how you speak to them? You’re a PROSECUTOR!
Well, you may think being a prosecutor means you’re in the upper echelons of society, but really, all it confirms is that you’re a liar, a cheat, a swindler, a hustler, and untrustworthy. And tantamount to that, you’re also filthy-mouthed and lack proper manners.
And let’s not forget, I won my case!
So I’ve sent a complaint to the Attorney General.
Remember, citizens, no one has the right to speak to you that way, especially in a court of law.
Fight the power! Stand up for yourself!
Did I mention I won my court case?
(* above artwork by Deadboy, ‘natch)
EDIT: I’ve also sent a complaint to the Toronto Prosecution Services, and to the Law Society of Upper Canada
we all know rob ford loves his gravy
but now, our stupid monkey mayor Rob Ford has gone a step further and proved it.
back in January, our 330 lbs-of-fun Mayor launched a “cut the waist” program designed to inspire others to lose weight. since he is considered morbidly obese, he joined in with the goal of losing 50 lbs by June
guess who just scrapped the program because he was eating at KFC and McDonalds every day and couldn’t drop the weight?
Rob Ford found out that losing weight is analogous to being a Mayor. It requires EFFORT. And in both cases, he’s failed.
(ps nice work, as always, Spud)
look what i found! GUESS WHICH AVENUE IT WAS PARKED ON.
it’s Victoria Day long weekend!
for my international readers, we Canadians affectionately call this weekend “May 2-4” because it occurs in-and-around May 24th,
AND a 2-4 is slang for a case of 24 beers (in scarborough, ontario, it’s called a ‘scarborough suitcase‘ hahaha).
I’m off to cottage country for the long weekend, cannot wait for the fireworks along the beach!
enjoy your 2-4s responsibly, hombres!
the great thing about riding your bike around toronto is that you get to explore the nooks and crannies those stupid cars can’t squeeze into…. AND ya don’t hafta worry about parking. a couple weeks ago, i’m riding my bike through the annex and found this Listen Bird!
no where but up!
then i’m scooting south from the annex into parkdale and find this OTHER Listen Bird!
this Listen Bird looks like it’s a bit old, but it’s still awesome! it’s referencing out shiteous mayor rob ford.
Rob Ford once described himself as 330 lbs of fun….. lots of other street artists have poked fun at that…. and LB says he’s 330lbs of pure bullshit. last name WIN, first name EPIC.
I have a pretty cool collection of Listen Birds that i’ve found around toronto and montreal if you’re so inclined to click!
found this in graffiti alley.
considering that Mayor Rob Ford weighs 330 pounds, and cannot lose weight even though he publicly weighs in every week in the hopes of cutting the fat, that man probably hasn’t eaten an apple in years …. unless it was in the form of a McDonald hot apple pie.
of course, this apple has a worm coming out of it…
no wait, that’s his brother.
Last night, DeadBoy launched his Under The Influence exhibit at the Don’t Tell Mama gallery (on the Ossington strip), and the exhibit is up for the rest of the month. I would highly recommend checking it out, and buying one of his pieces asap before they’re all snatched up. I’m telling all of you now – in a couple years, his pieces will be selling at Christie’s and Sotheby’s for 6 figures. Mark my words. Buy now! Collector items and they’re fucking gorgeous.
See for yourself:
from his “Adore” series.
this is the one Adore piece that hasn’t hit the streets… yet.
does this piece look familiar? it should.
back in October, Deadboy gave me this piece. it was the very first piece of his i had ever found on the street, and to this day, it is still my favourite and means the most to me. sometimes i get pre-menstrual just looking at it…. stupid girlie hormones. (sniffle).
the piece he’s selling is gold instead of white like mine…. it really makes the image pop and gives it a haunting, antiquated quality to it.
BUY IT WHILE THE PRICE IS LOW!
and speaking of “Madonna,” back in 1983 when she was working the club scene like CBGBs and Danceteria in New York, she briefly dated a then-unknown street artist named….
Basquiat! i think this is my favourite piece at the entire exhibit. it’s an homage to one of the first street artists to change and revolutionize the form. Deadboy actually created this on a door he found! i love found-art! if you know anything about Basquiat when he was a street artist, his tag was “samo” with the crown symbol next to it, which deadboy has incorporated here. Basquiat said that “samo” was in reference to art being “same old same old” but the word also is related to racist language (sambo) used during slavery (and for a century afterwards).
Basquiat influenced his girlfriend Madonna so much, that for a brief time, she engaged in graffiti around new york as well. Her tag was… you guessed it…. “Boy Toy.”
Basquiat eyes. I really really want this door, but I can’t actually USE it as a door because I have a tendency to slam my doors when i’m pissed off (which is often. i have a temper).
“thanks for not voting!”
this one guy showed up at the exhibit and said to me that he found this piece offensive because he’s a card-carrying member of the Conservative party. i said, “really? my condolences.”
the dude then went on and on about how he thinks Canadians abuse the health care system because it’s universal, whereas in other countries where they have to pay for it, they don’t go to the doctor as often. i told him he was talking out of his ass, and that caring for its citizens and ensuring the right to life for every member of society should be the first priority of a government.
he said his taxes were too high because of our universal health care…. to which i replied, “oh of course. who cares about the suffering and disease of other people. all you should care about is your bottom line.”
and he goes, “exactly. i don’t care about other people as long as i’m making money.”
and there you have it folks – this one douche perfectly sums up the Canadian Conservative party in one sentence.
he then got all defensive and was like, “i don’t want to debate my political beliefs!”
and i calmly replied, “you brought it up, dude. i didn’t ask for your political beliefs, you offered up the info to me and started ranting. if you don’t wanna debate it, don’t bring it up.”
opinions are like assholes, everyone has one. and while i respect your RIGHT to an asshole, i don’t respect the shit that comes out of it.
the eponymous piece.
la piece de resistance.
that’s goddamn right. ATHEISM FOR THE WIN!
so i’m walking down Markham street when i see a familiar face looking down at me…. see it?
i have found those Rob Ford Gravy stickers many, many times before, but i’m always delighted when i find them again, because they are so cleverly done. they incorporate Shepard Fairey’s “obey” style, whilst poking fun at our stupid Mayor’s end to the ‘gravy train.’
for those of you outside of toronto, our Mayor Rob Ford (whom Keith Olbermann called ‘the worst person in the world.‘ TRUE STORY) had this redonkulous campaign promise to “end the gravy train” at city hall…. even though our previous mayor david miller left the city with a huge surplus …. turns out there was no gravy, unless you count the extra sauce on our obese mayor’s plate. Yes, yes, I know fat jokes have no place in a civilized discourse about our mayor, and i feel bad for saying that to an extent … but i find it rather fitting that a mayor who feeds off of greed, avarice, corporate corruption, conflicts of interest, and appealing to his wealthy base whilst marginalizing many groups in toronto would call for an end to “gravy” when it seems that very gravy is sugar-coating every bad decision he makes in this city…. and he’s a fat cat as a result. the man has so much gravy, he’s probably knee-deep in gout and scurvy.
and a few blocks away, here was another sticker.
i never did find out who was behind these stickers …. but to the anonymous artist … nicely done!
our mayor sucks!
much like the “elections canada vote here” stencils i found spray-painted on garbage cans on queen street a couple weeks ago, street artist YYZILLA (who may have been behind the former…. who knows) takes the idea a step further on garbage cans in kensington market.
if you’re not from toronto, the artist’s name is a bit of a double entendre. the airport code for toronto’s largest airport (pearson airport) is YYZ. so i’m assuming he thinks he’s toronto’s godzilla of street art. that remains to be seen, but if the rest of his work is amazeballs like this, i would be highly inclined to agree.
a further note about my watermarks: as i blogged about last week, i have decided to watermark all my photos from now on to prevent people from ripping me off. yes, it may ruin the aesthetic and composition of my photos, but it’s necessary in order to protect my intellectual and creative property on the internet.
just remember everyone that i’m doing this blog for free.
how i go graff-hunting FOR HOURS EVERY DAY, i write, i take hundreds and hundreds of photographs every month, i design, update, curate, and operate this blog every day FOR FREE.
AND EVEN IF I WAS GETTING PAID TO DO THIS (which i’m not), that still wouldn’t give anyone the right or the tacit authority to steal from me.
you know, i’m really not interested in being a martyr for street art. i love the shit to death, so i photograph it and share it for free with people who love it.
but honestly, there are very few people in the toronto graff and street art scene who are genuine people. most that i’ve encountered are self-serving brown-nosing users. they think that because you’re courteous to them, you will also be their monkey.
seriously, sending me message after message, asking me to plug their projects in my posts, mining me for artist contacts, for insider info, for access into the graff community, and even (incredulously) asking me to spy on opposing crews, while offering in exchange only some kinda bullshit promise of being included in their next “big project” at some point isn’t going to make me shit my pants with excitement, nor with gratitude.
i’m bored about blogging about this already.
hey, let’s bring the focus back to YYZILLA! dude, i feel like i’ve photographed your stuff before, but if you didn’t put your tag next to your work, i might not have known it was you. got a website? a flickr? a tumblr? lemme know so i can photograph more of your exciting work.
Garbage bin number one.
For my international readers who may not get what this is referencing, other than the obvious, the current conservative federal administration is embroiled in a “robo-calls” controversy right now, where liberal and NDP voters were told that their polling stations had changed locations during the last federal election, when in fact no such change had occurred. the calls originated from members of the conservative (aka ruling) party, and were an attempt to prevent opposition votes from being logged. That’s our disgusting prime minster for you. Stephen Harper, try polishing that turd. And stop building your death star.
literally, if you try voting in this country, it will most likely end up in the rubbish bin.
it all goes back to that infamous saying — “If voting changed anything, they’d make it illegal.”
Garbage bin number two.
Garbage bin number three. Some people just don’t notice their surroundings, she’s blissfully oblivious.
These were stencil’d all along queen street, just west of bathurst. I don’t know who the anonymous street artist is, but if it’s you, email me! I wanna give you props, brah!
International Women’s Day (which is tomorrow, March 8th) is a global day celebrating the economic, political and social achievements of women past, present and future. This past weekend, there was a protest march in toronto to draw attention to the issues in this city and country that affect women.
i love these events because they show just how informed, organized, and tightly regimented our communities are when it comes to issues that affect not just women, but everyone. Notice how it’s not just women in this march.
they shut down yonge street, and were protected by The Filth (aka the cops), who prevented cars and traffic from getting anywhere near them. while i am grateful that i do live in a city and a country where the right to assemble and to protest is protected, i am still DISGUSTED by how that same right was denied us during the G20 in 2010. That stain will never be removed from the core of Torontonian’s hearts. We will never forget how peaceful protestors were beaten, detained, kettled, and illegally arrested.
“break the cycles, stop the silence, women in jail is state violence!”
“capitalism can’t be fixed – expropriate the banks!”
toronto women’s city alliance.
“free maricon montajes! free all political prisoners in the philippines!”
as we were observing this protest, someone said to me “international women’s day? when is international men’s day?”
and i replied, “EVERYDAY IS INTERNATIONAL MEN’S DAY!”
march 8th and december 6th (national day of remembrance and action on violence against women) must be kept holier than the sabbath.
“the city should be the function of the ppl, the ppl should not be the function of the city“
You hear that, city council?
found in an alleyway near ossington and dundas
Jack Layton’s death, which gripped our country and sent us into an everlong wave of mourning, has somehow been inextricably linked with street art. When he passed, ordinary citizens grabbed pieces of coloured chalk and wrote their condolences into the pavement in front of city hall, as I did here.
And then, the street art community responded with their own spraypainted tributes and stencil’d remembrances.
To this day, it continues. This above photograph is of Jack Layton’s home. His wife, MP Olivia Chow, still lives there. When he passed, that porch and walkway was covered in flowers, lit candles, little gifts, and notes. Now it’s clear.
Or is it?
Look closer. Do you see it?
I took this photograph, and then had to walk away really quickly down the street and around the corner. I slammed my heels down with each footfall, with an exaggerated force, so that my tendons would ache and my toes would callus. I pulled my hoodie over my head and didn’t look anyone in the eye for the rest of the afternoon.