I guess someone’s been reading this blog; immediately after I complained about the second-rate galleries springing up on Brunnenstr. just off Rosenthaler Platz, Nike got to work:
Thanks, Nike! And this makes a real nice contrast with the canary-yellow Statue of Liberty the travel-agency in the building to which this is affixed puts out on the sidewalk during opening hours, too. My only concern is that this painting is dated ’04, like most of them are, and I’m wondering if there’s any recent work. Still, the pink handbag and rather ambiguous nether regions are all part of that weird primitive Nike vibe, so long may she wave.
Long ago, I posted two paper graffiti naked lady wrestlers who appeared on a doorstop just a few buildings away from me, and I forgot to document how, in the middle of a particularly cold winter, one of them got warmed up with an “I [heart] NY” t-shirt. The same artist, though, appeared a few months ago just a block away, and I’d been meaning to shoot this funny piece for ages. Got it today while I set out for the Nike shoot, though:
The name in the heart tattoo is in Russian, a language I simply can’t read, but what the photo really fails to make plain is that he’s only about nine inches tall and the rose bush he’s standing by is over six feet tall. I like seeing him as I walk down Torstr., with his mixture of awe and determination as he gets ready to trim the giant rose.
Finally, the late, beloved Bistro Tor, the D