Tuesday, October 21, 2008
The Grafitti 'Bag
Here’s the thing.
It’s not 1988. New York urban blight doesn’t justify a form of street poetry expression on subway cars as a statement on corporate greed and city neglect.
Grafitti artists are now displayed in the Guggenheim and the Whitney.
Give it up, Rico. We know you’re just busting the spray cans to get to paint Jenna’s supple thighs. Which is… actually a really good strategy.
But your Yankee cap is still douche.
