To celebrate the death of November, here’s some skeletons, calaveras, and other colorful and wacky Mexican art.
These would all be awesome album covers. I think I’m going to steal some of these ideas.
I’ve been spottin’ this dude’s work all over Williamsburg. Finally found out who he was. I haven’t seen these ones, which are awesome. The ones I’ve seen are usually just one box (like that one on the subway sign, only they’re all on the sidewalk). This is the most complex one I’ve spotted thus far:
That’s all.
- Christian BC
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Sinnnnnnnnggg dadahdahddahdah.
Small Iota, Life Veers, Entropy Reigns.
The curtain is pulled open. The air conditioner is on. The main light is reflected in the glass of the window. The bed is beyond that in the reflection (and in reality). When is a door not a door? There are three words in the English language. Why did the dead baby cross the road? What is black when you buy it red when you use it white/grey/gray when you are done with it/throw it away? Photograph of a slave’s quarters. Silly. That sneaky mallard. Chased me into a window. Had his way. Comes like a wind. Comes like the wind.
