picking cichorium

it is official: i am moving to India. all sorts of mixed feelings send me berryphotohunting.

here is some pretty stuff off the streets of New York. graffiti is banned in New York, which is unfortunate. good thing nobody cares to keep it under control in the industrial parts of Williamsburg – i am gloating every time i walk the dog. i cannot wait for the academia to stop being so prude and start gloating as well. 

not sure what's the name of this type of art, but this is not graffiti. you can see this piece at the intersection of Houston and Bowery.

this miserable thing appears on a fence at the cross of Bedford and N 7th in Williamsburg. a large pile of trash always accumulates in the corner right next to this piece.

large piece somewhere on Berry in Williamsburg

i really like this ad. it's all over town, but this particular one is somewhere in East Village

our dog loves to pee on the corner next to this alien cub. location: somewhere in Williamsburg

some idiot ruined this piece with yellow paint. this is somewhere on Berry street in Williamsburg.

It is a disgustingly rainy day here, at 40.7142°N 74.0064°W, so I stole Jesse’s SLR again, and wondered around a bit. This industrial slum is where I happen to burry my bone for now. Without further ado…

I like street art and all good-looking things readily available for the viewer without him/her having to hunt around galleries. Art History needs to hit the streets beyond chewing on graffitti over and over. 

Some stuff around ‘burg.

"i drem of love"

P.S. Another thanks to Jesse for the Rebel. I am getting hooked on the look of the expensive-camera pictures. Why would it be, honestly?

The Hipsterland intimidates me with every girl in bright tights and every guy with long bangs.

Octopuses, on the other hand, don’t intimidate me, so I stick to those. 

The first of the puses

#2

octopuses all around

Looks like the last one for today

Emptyheadedness is responsible for these profound posts, so don’t ask me any questions, ok?

P.S. Thanks to Jesse for letting me walk around with his awesome Canon Rebel; too bad I wasted it on the octopuses.