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TONIGHT!

ZEAR ONE FC, and company rocking a wall in Argentina.

Brooklyn’s own Frank Frazetta dies at 82.
Great artist, and big inspiration to many graff writers. I remember seeing a recent documentary about his life and was blown away. In his 70’s he lost use of his right hand and taught himself how to draw with his left, and the work was just as good.

http://www.nytimes.com/2010/05/11/arts/artsspecial/11frazetta.html?src=mv

* My intention with this post wasn’t to diss the other writers in Ewok’s video as this came to be interpreted, It was to provide context for the subject, Doves’ “C’mon Son” reference in response to Ewok’s “Ewok Saving New York” slogan. That seems to have gone over people’s heads, but I felt as comfortable siting Ewok’s work here, as he has felt expressing his opinion of ours on other websites in the past.

The comments from the Players, the Haters, the Side Liners and the Sidewinders though appreciated and sometimes on point, were deleted if anonymous. If you are a writer, and want to comment, sign your name to it like COPE, SKUF and JEE have, or Spot who emailed me directly and asked me to edit for clarity.

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Remember back when STET said something along the lines of “... when you talk alot, you get told to STEP OFF alot”? Well this here is one of those situations.

Recently I was made aware of Ewok’s “Ewok Saving New York” video campaign. I thought “Saving New York”, huh? Whoever would make that bold of a self proclaimed statement must surely be a style master coming extra, extra correct to the walls. I thought for sure that I would see a video about VFR, crushing the streets or YES2 dropping burners on the street like it was 93. Once I watched the video, though, like many other writers in NYC (who might not be willing to admit it) I’m sure, I had to laugh.

Without digging too deep into the multitude of writers who have REALLY burned in New York, you need just refer back a week or so to the recent Tuff City Blog posts about the “CES vs BIO Battle” and “Bronx Battle Royale” to get an idea of just how unfounded, delusional and poorly timed the “Ewok Saving New York” nonsense is.

This weekend in Brooklyn DOVES FC, an actual New Yorker, painted his response to the ridiculous claim, with some REAL NYC flavor and twist of ‘hood humor to boot.

I hear it’s ruffling feathers already.

Ed Lover

Sho-Nuff R.I.P.

The Don, Doves One…

KEO - DASH - FC KINGS
Check the video out on the Dirty Dozen Blog.
http://www.12ozprophet.com/index.php/dirty_dozen_crew/entry/fc_kings_-_keo_dash167/=

A few months back, due to an incident of Bitchassness I was introduced to Flickr. I signed up, but hadn’t done anything with the account. I have since decided to use it to upload the flicks of my work that I find online.
This is the first.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/38677496@N08/4497532291/

We painted this wall this past December in Miami, Fl as part of Art Basel’s Primary Flight project. This spot is prime real estate as the wall is a block long and faces I-95 just after a highway interchange that traps millions of commuters in daily morning and evening gridlock. I first painted here in 2003, when Altoids sponsored an artist collabo project, that piece ran until 2008.

This year I knew I was getting the same spot back and I planned to use the same approach, paint a bold, legible piece that could be easily read from the highway. ZAME got caught up with work at the last minute so I decided I was going to hog the whole space with a Top-To-Bottom DASHISM piece. I changed my mind when my cousin SECRET said that he was down to rock with me, that was an offer I couldn’t refuse, as we hadn’t painted together since 1988.

Due to the location of the wall, we already knew we were going to use a simpler lettering style for maximum name recognition, but as we pulled up to the spot, we saw some of the pieces that other writers were working on. The gag reflex was in full effect, and we knew we had to do something for the cause. For the purpose of their education, we decided to go even simpler still, soft-edged straight letters, with minimal colors. The Rustoleum concept brought it all together and distinguished our production from the rest of the wall.

The moral of the story is threefold…
1 - Sometimes the spot should dictate what you paint on it.
2 - A fresh “Straight Letter” beats a wack “Wildstyle” anytime.
3 - Style vs Technique, Style always wins.

These concepts aren’t new, but it seems that most writers have forgotten.
It’s okay, that Bboy is laughing for a reason, I’m here to remind them.

After more than a few exhausting conversations with friends and fellow bloggers, I have finally decided to do the unthinkable. I am going to post some graffiti flicks online.
This may not sound like a big deal to most, but in my case it is. For the last 15 years or so (the amount of time I have used the internet), I have prided myself in the fact that I have NEVER sent a flick in to a magazine, nor posted a flick online.
However, don’t get too excited, unlike many of my homeboys, I won’t be posting anything new or exclusive right away.

See, I’m from the days when if kids wanted it that bad, they had to take time, come to New York, search, travel through the hood, then risk robbery and bodily harm in order to obtain flicks our shit, then make it back home in one piece.
I feel that those who went through the trials and tribulations of documenting the scene and surviving, might not be so willing to whore out their hard earned photos of other people’s work online to the masses, but I could be wrong.
I find it outlandish that nowadays, kids get cyber-props for posting flicks they didn’t take of a writer’s work whom they don’t know, and have the nerve to watermark them and even complain if that flick gets “stolen” and reposted by others.

Not to mention that this quagmire enables every arm-chair “writer” (and I use that term loosely) in Cyberia to collect every flick ever posted of their favorite writer and crew, and then rape that dude’s style with no remorse, run it into the ground, and collect pats on the back and kudos from other HERBS on Flick-R and 12 Oz for biting what you did 5, 10 and 25 + years ago, meanwhile, they’re not down with your crew, don’t live in your neighborhood, didn’t go to jr. high with your cousin, never seen your piece in person, THEY DON’T EVEN KNOW YOU. They are from 3,000 miles away, yet these kids are more up on your style that you are. They bite and call it “Influence”, they play dumb and when they get called out on it, they get their feelings all hurt and call YOU a hater. WOW, what ever happened to self respect?
I embrace technology as much as the next guy and in fact my career requires it, but this is what happens when you take the predator out of the food chain. The internet, by replacing the excitement (or horror, depending on your status) of live interfacing with other writers, has unquestionably contributed to the demise of writing culture. Without the checks and balances of yesteryear, “Toys” today are running rampant. In the name of instant “style gratification” and the rush of fake props from others of their generation, otherwise insignificant “writers” today are using the web build a false image of themselves, and steal from the legacy that the rightful owners are still trying to defend.
“Get your hand out my pocket”!

All the maturing, self control, bigger fish to fry, and political correctness in the world can’t make you react to a situation like this any better.

With that said, I have also realized that I can’t control what is leaked onto the internet by others, or what suckers do with those images once they are posted. So instead of continuing to have arguments with anonymous 12 oz pussies, and kids in other time zones and hemispheres, who’s skinny necks I most likely will never get my hands around to wring, I have devised a “DIABOLICAL SKEME” to use the internet as a damage-control tool to somewhat empower myself and my crew. As an experiment to put to the test the good faith of my peers who believe in the internet, I have started to compile flicks of my pieces from whatever websites they already exist on and I am planning on re-posting them in one location, where they can be properly documented, labeled, categorized, commented and elaborated upon.

If I wasn’t so stubborn I would have heeded to good advice and done this a lot sooner. Special thanks to Mare, Keo, Sye and Raven.

Stay tuned…

More French Horror

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Watch the full length, it’s quite interesting.