This is a photo of a cool street art I took in central Paris a few weeks ago.
I always liked street art and I'm particularly obsessed with cats, so this one really drew my attention.
This is a shopping list I had made on a piece of paper from one of the agency's clients(where I sort of work), one of the main newspapers in Italy, I always like to leave my mark in the places I visit, just like dogs pissing on corners.
The shopping list was abandoned on a cold wet rainy windy London night, while my mate was playing with his three legged dog in the green area in front of his flat.
I took this photo the morning after, clearly it had been raining all day, so you can see the paper got all wet, you are still able to identify chocolate as the first item on my shopping list.
This is a white man, in a yellow background, I think I took him in Notting Hill but I can't be certain, he looks down to his right, probably looking at that beer barrel that's been unofficially converted into an ashtray.
He looks satisfied to me, although not very happy, could be worse still.
In this photo I totally admit that one of the main reasons for taking the photo was to capture what appeared to me as an attractive red head milf. Although I can also claim an emotional attachment to the club as it reminds me of a few wild nights back in the old days. Never liked 333 too much, but it wasn't that bad either. The graffiti do look cool though, at least you have to agree on that.
This one was was taken on Bishopsgate, right when the white collar area melts into the newly gentrified hipster colony of Bethnal Green Road, which has been lamed down throughout the years due to the influx of wankers who make blogs such as this.
More lameness ensuing in the next few photos that were taken at the Occupy Camp next to St.Pauls Cathedral, wait and see, just see...
Okay so the douchebag is very strong in this one, I for once made a prayer to our only saviour, the Dark Lord Chtulu, who unfortunately was too busy targeting Whole Food Markets stateside and in this instance could not help.
He did send me a text asking sorry though and promised he would clear all the krusties from the St. Pauls as soon as possible, unless he has other unexpected timetable clashes. We can only hope.
More pathetic attempts to give legitimacy to their crappy attempts at activism by using imagery of well known inspirational figures of the past, in this case, would probably tell the middle/upper class students to retreat to their parents' detached homes and stop littering public soil with their soap-shy presence.
