Tagging a City

I know I've made another similar post about graffiti, but I just love finding little places where classic and new tags are happening... I can only imagine what it was like back in the day, the 90s and early 00s, in Atlanta... I have no idea when DOSE or VAYNE and the other classic tags you can find around the city now... But this one tag definitely hits home... I'd ride MARTA into the city to go on an adventure on my days off. What I could count on was this beauty... this tag really made me think about taggers and graffiti in general. 

Did you know that some of the first "art" they found in the ancient world was graffiti? It said something along the lines of "caeser sucks" lol.... Punks will always exist. 

"May have been the losing side. Still not convinced it was the wrong one."

DOSE was on a lot of older buildings' rooftops and parking lots... They had the grand idea to do a grand statement on the back of the Coca Cola sign... it had been up there for years!!! 

THEN some poser from Nawlens came here and spread their colors all over our proud ancient tagger. Ya know what they did? they just painted over it, black. UGH. So... I made a tshirt... a tshirt of yesteryear to commend and nod towards the old art and decorated streets of Atlanta... I enjoy this city... But I am not from here. 

I've been wanting to visit St. Louis for awhile now, but money is currently very tight and I will likely not visit or vakay anywhere for now. But the memories would definitely gush back... 

anyway, enjoy this tshirt I made for DOSE... to remember the time in which it proudly stood there on the back of what put Atlanta on the map, as far as a popular import goes... on all other culture maps, I'd say it's Outkast... 

















I think it would be a lot of fun to try and take a picture of most common tags around town... the hooded Eye is brilliant... the contoured face with spiral eyes is another great one... I adore artists who utilize their space, there's a cement oblong slab of concrete off of the hwy... it says some initials, with the use of its negative space is brilliant.


Snow.


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