Archive | November, 2010

Poor old house – nasty development

26 Nov

The gentrification of innercity Melbourne is not universally celebrated by the residents of said burbs. As prices sore to ridiculous figures, those who grew up in once poor neighbourhoods become marginalised and, as rents rise, effectively forced out of their hometowns.

Some go quietly, but others turn to the spray can. One piece of graffiti I saw, but didn’t capture, summed it up in a word – “Gentrifucked”.

This gem below is a 2 parter. I was walking to Fairfield station, in August 2006, and did a double take when I saw this old Victorian fenced in for demolition. Some wit had vented their ire in blue paint for all to see. A week or so later, when I passed the house again, it had been jacked up and cut into pieces. It seems someone did value this old building after all and it was to be relocated and lived in once more. Another spray can commentator had amended the graffiti to reflect the house’s change in fortune. Who says development is all bad news for aging architecture.

Poor old house nasty development

Lucky old house nasty development

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Sad eyes stare at me through the bus window

25 Nov

Sad Face in the Window

I’m a sucker for sadcore imagery. This weeping face in the window was snapped from the bus on my way home down Separation Street Northcote, Vic., October 2006. Since that time I have noticed other transformations of bland building facades in the side streets of Thornbury. With a little paint for a mouth or nose, windows are utilised to make faces both wild and wonderful.

Greeks vs Turks

24 Nov

There is a long held dislike between certain closed-minded members of the Greek and Turkish communities in Australia that was probably born in the days of Darius’ reprisal invasion for the burning of Sardis in 492BC. Outpourings of this enmity are usually confined to drive by verbiage along the lines of “Pooooftahhhh”, complete with Doppler effect, when random members of either tribe pass defiantly through each others’ strip malls.

More sophisticated insults, like those expressed here in this dual walled graffiti, captured Circa 2007 in the side streets of Fairfield, Vic., are a rarer occurrence, and therefore considered worthy of recording for posterity by the author.

NOTE: the sentiment and opinions expressed in this graffiti do not reflect the opinions of the author or publishers of this blog.

Greeks are Legends

North facing wall – Duncan Street, Fairfield

 

Turks R Asians

South Facing Wall – Duncan Street, Fairfield

The Internet for P.M.

23 Nov

The Internet for P.M.

Snapped on a wall in Fairfield, Vic., when I was living there in August 2006, this little gem speaks for itself.

Glossary: for citizens of non-westminster parliamentary nations the letters P.M. stand for Prime Minister (read President if that tickles your fancy).

They’re Everywhere!?!

23 Nov

Ever since I learnt to read I have been fascinated by the messages that people leave on walls. One of my favourite childhood memories of our family road trips, trekking to our holiday house in Lake Eildon, is stoping off at the regular pitstop at Yea and reading the latest jokes scrawled onto the walls of the public loo. One that had us in hysterics, multiple times, was “I came to shit and stink but all I did was sit and think.” Oh to be 7 again.

As I got older and more politicised, I started paying attention to the protest slogans and culture jamming that popped up around town. From the simple and direct “Smoking Kills” scrawled in ugly black paint on defaced cigarette bilboards (when they were still legal in Australia), to the mind-bending “Punks still not dead” which graced the walls of Lunar Park in St Kilda for a while back in the 90’s.

Since the coming of age of the camera toting mobile phone, I’m sure I’m not the only person who has sniggered and snapped random pieces of salacious graffiti that has caught their fancy. The purpose of this blog is to capture some of the serendipitous scrawls that I come across – be they profound or ridiculous – and share them with you, dear reader. Hopefully the words captured in these images will show, to paraphrase Nietzsche, that lover of condensed profundity, what others try to say in a whole book. Or at least give you a chuckle as you marvel at the outporings of some of the felt-tipped warriors who dare to share their inner world with the rest of us.