At the recent Banksy film premier, which was held in one of the railway arches off Leake St, the celebrities in attendance were given cans of Ironlak paint as they left so they could try their hand at some graffiti straight away.
Rumours that they all got robbed by SFL 5 minutes later are unfounded. ;)
According to "Live Science" graff writers (and skydivers) do it to attract mates...
"Men make up four-fifths of the world's skydivers and two-thirds of all rock climbers, and a new study suggests they do it for more than just the thrill.
"Men may flirt with risk because they think it will help them score women..."
rest of the story at -- http://www.livescience.com/culture/081219-sex-risks.html
Yes we all know it's stupid and impractical hopping fences and what not but who thought you could be fined and possibly jailed for wearing your trousers too low...rights anyone? At the moment it's only been passed in Flint USA but tell me what kind of cunt passes this as a law.
DPM: EXHIBIT A is an evening exhibition which explores societies differing opinions on street art: Art or vandalism, creative expression or destruction of private property? The irony, however, is that although museums and galleries are celebrating street art, its provocateurs are still being prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law.
Five members of the UK DPM graffiti crew have been convicted and sentenced for criminal damage and the first time in the history of graffiti culture, on a charge of conspiracy to criminal damage. On the same day of their sentencing in London, England on July 11th, the Tate Modern is exhibiting the first public museum display of acclaimed street art.
On Monday, August 4th Anonymous Gallery will showcase enlarged photographs of artwork produced by convicted members of DPM, along with copies of the charges held against them. The photographs will be available for sale in editions of 50. Proceeds will go to the artists and to their families.
That is not too surprising. Even though the Austria-born magistrate is perceived nowadays as the ancestor of modern day graffiti. Kyselak was born in Vienna on December 23rd, 1799. His perspectives weren't too bad for a man of his time. His Family was fairly rich and he was able to go to University. Anyway Kyselak obviously was far from too much career-orientated.
Sometime in the early 1820s, Kyselak made a bet with a couple of friends in Vienna. He bet that his name would be known all over the Austria-Hungarian Empire within 3 years (a vast piece of land at that time) without inventing a new kind of suicide (in fact, the people from Vienna were obviously well known for commiting suicide in very unorthodox ways).
What he invented instead was nothing less than modern-day "tagging". Kyselak travelled all over Central Europe in 1825 leaving his name in bright red and black at each and every exposed place he could find. The tag "Kyselak" could soon be found everywhere. He painted it on churches and castles, rocks and trees, bridges and obelisks. And in fact, within a year even his betting partners had to admit that Kyselak had indeed become very well known all over Austria and that he has won the bet. But Kyselak could not stop. He started tagging buildings as soon as they were opened to the public. He was even asked by the police not to paint his name to a new Bridge over the Danube until the public opening ceremony was over. Kyselak agreed and waited one more week until his well known signature could be found painted on the bridge.
Kyselak can be seen as the father of modern-day tagging since he did not do anything but paint his name on a wall. He did not create pictures or symbols, his nickname was enough. As in modern-day graffiti viewers don't necessarily know what a tag means. It is just a name without an additional information. And that, indeed, makes Kyselak an ancestor to nowaday's street culture.
To make a long story short: Kyselak only became 31 years old. He obviously became fed up with this life and when the Cholera broke out in Vienna in 1831, Kyselak refused to leave the City. As it is a good way to get infected with Cholera bacteria he decided to eat loads and loads of unwashed plums and finally died of Cholera on September 17th, 1831. Eventually he did not only invent tagging, but also a weird new way to commit suicide.
now a couple of Media Art and Design students are working on a Wii-Controller turned Spraycan. Wiispray is a prototype, currently under heavy development as part of a final-thesis design work by Martin Lihs at Bauhaus-University in Weimar, Germany.
Wiispray aims to give sprayers all the tools of a real-life spraycan with a digital extension. This neat gadget could open the concept of a digital spraycan to a wide audience. The virtual spraycan simulates real spraying characteristics and comes with a range of different caps and of course paints. Collaborative spraying on a virtual wall is planned as well.
Jeloe has put up some great stories recently as part of a book that he is working on. So far he's up to page 4 where he talks about a failed mission he did with Neas and Zino.
Today Neas, Zino and I went off to try another backjump spot that Neas swore was a daytime come-up. We took a combination of trains and ended up a little over an hour later at a remote suburban endstation on the BR line. We got off the train and from the platform we scoped out the surrounding area. There were a few houses on the other side of the platforms fence which seemed to be active with kids on their bikes and parents watering the flowers. Behind the houses there was a massive field complete with cows and junked out cars. After a minute or two we left the station and walked around the back to a nearby walkway.
Neas and I chilled while Zino went to check out the route to the spot we were going to paint the train at. He came back about 5 minutes later and told us there were people all over the neighborhood just hanging out in front of their homes. He also said that he found another way to make it to the spot undetected. Neas and I followed him around the back of a garage and jumped a fence that led to the field. So now we were going to walk around the back of the houses instead of being blatant in the front. We got to a spot with a bunch of blackberry bushes. On the other side of the bushes was the end of the line for the train. Neas told me that as soon as the train pulled in we would watch the driver as he switched ends of the train. When the driver made it to the now front of the train we would jump out and do our shit.
A few minutes later our train had arrived. After all of the people made their way off the train and onto the platform we put on our ski masks and rubber gloves before running down towards the train on the opposite side of the platform.
As we made it to our panels I pulled out my can and started to do my first outline. With only the J done I heard a loud voice yelling "HEY!! What the fuck are you doing?!" It was the driver leaning out of the conductor’s booth. He was on his cell phone undoubtedly calling the rail office just a few yards from where we were standing. We threw our cans into our bags and ran off the way we had come. I always carry a different sweatshirt and a hat with me in my bag when I do stuff like that. As we ran I changed into the other things I brought and threw my old clothes into my bag of paint before ditching it. From there we ran through the neighborhood and onto a nearby golf course while interrupting various golf games every now and then.
We kept up a steady jog for a good 10 minutes and stopped once we made it to a creek bed with some little kid forts we could hide behind. All three of us thought it a good idea to wait there for a bit because the station manager had most likely called the British Transport Police. The only way we had to get back home was to go back to the same station so it seemed smart to wait until they were sure we were long gone.
After 30 minutes or so we started looking around and saw the golf course's restaurant. We headed towards it and decided to kill some time by eating some soup and having a drink. After eating our food a few hours had passed so we made our way back to the train station and got the bags of paint we hid earlier in some nearby scrap metal bin.
Once we were back on the platform we put our bags into the garbage can set in the middle of the station so if we were sweated we wouldn't have anything on us. With our bags hidden all three of us waited in different spots on the platform for the next train to arrive so we weren't as obvious. As it pulled in Zino grabbed our bags out of the garbage while we all boarded separate cars to make the hour and a half trip home. Again we didn't get to paint but still had fun regardless.
When I got back to the apartment I decided to call S to see if I could stay at his apartment again. He said it was no problem. I made plans to hang out with Neas again the following day and then bounced back to S's apartment for the night to relax. S and I bought some Kebabs and I racked a few beers for each of us. We got back to his apartment, ate our food and drank our beers. We then smoked some weed while watching TV before passing out to sleep.
This is the best site ive been on in a very long time, if you're a fan of all things overground and underground like me then you have to check his site out especially the journey sections.
"Getting near the end of a monster project... Its gonna be 90mins (plus dvd extras) Featuring London Walls/Trains/Tube/Damage, Warsaw 1999, Newcastle past & present, Paris, Barcelona, Brighton, Mardrid, Johannesburg and loads more....
No release date yet, but its coming...
If you have any good video footage that you want put in send me a flickr mail...."
A few days after my previous post, B Boy Frosty Freeze of Rock Steady Crew passed away.
On April 3rd, 2008 at approximately 7:50am, Wayne “FROSTY FREEZE” Frost started his journey in to the next life. Our condolences go to his family and friends and all who knew of his great legacy. Frosty acknowledged those of us who came to visit him and was in good company during his last moments on this earth. For those of you who had the honor of knowing him, we all know that Frosty had a very celebrative spirit. He was constantly educating people and helped preserve the rich history of urban and Hip Hop culture. He was “the walking Hip Hop encyclopedia” and was one of the few brothers who had almost total recall in terms of history. We ask that you remember him as this great positive light who cared and loved many of us just as we loved and cared for him. On this day, we ask that people continue to keep him in their prayers. God willing, we will post any new information with regard to the wake and his memorial on April 11th.
Peace, Love and Unity, FABEL RSC
FROSTY FREEZE TO PLEAZE = ROCK STEADY CREW FOREVER!
Anonymous:But instead you post a hateful, abusive video like this, which is only going to encourage more hate. WTF?
It encourages the weak minded, those who are influenced easily, you watch the video and you take it as you wish.
Anonymous:What if the hate in this video were aimed toward blacks? Or the handicapped? Or Jews? Or Muslims? Would you post those, too?
Simple answer NO.
Anonymous:lighthearted ribbing
Hmmm sounds tasty!
And to think my boy * recommended I contribute to this Web site, which I did in the past. Big mistake. I'm removing you from my bookmarks for condoning hate, mate.
I believe in freedom of choice.
My point being, I dont condone everything that goes on the blog, you either like it or you dont, that's YOUR decision, make it youreself and if youre the sort of person that watches a video like that then uses it as some kind of "life lesson" it then youre not the sort of person I wont on the blog anyway. Im hardly condoning hate for copying and pasting a code from youtube. The video really was'nt that bad anyway, just a little awkward if anything.
