The last Don

I appreciate old school craftsmanship. Anyone who knows me knows my argument has always been that New York graffiti is more akin to a craft, passed down from master to apprentice, than a ‘fine’ art. Like architecture, ship-building, cabinet making, etc. it can be visually stunning, but first and foremost it has to work. Letters have to stand up and communicate. There are hard fast rules that should be bent every-which-a-way, but never broken.
My man Frenel of stilllifenyc is a style master general. He studied with the old school L.E.S. Jewish gangsters. He learned from the straw weavers of Guyana. The Italian Borsalino Felt Mafia. Then, when he was ready to take over the rackets, he inherited the Antique machinery and wooden hat-blocks from the last of the aging Dons,hauled it all to a top-secret Red Hook laboratory, and set up production. While all the big dogs had long since given in to cheap overseas mass production, my man was doing what they said couldn’t be done. Now those same companies want him to produce their shit, right here in Brooklyn.  Watch closely kids, they don’t make ‘em like this anymore.