Like a lot of hard-working citizens, I hated graffiti. (Note that this not imply that I am a hard-working citizen.) Or rather, I failed to love graffiti. Then I visited one of the world’s most afflicted regions. It did not merely covert me—It corrupted me until I finished making a photo album out of it. There was little else I could think of. Walking in the streets. I had an eye with a strong graffiti filter. Cruising the alleys of the city looking for graffiti reminded me much of cruising the South African wild parks to spot game.
Dit fotoboek herinnert je aan een kant van de stad die je vaak na verloop van tijd niet meer opvalt: muurschilderingen. Soms vertellen ze complete verhalen. Een urban-style fotoboek, nice!