Posted by Mr. Robot | November 29th, 2022 | No responses
Trusty Nikon D850 with a Nikkor 14/24mm Wide Lens, a Manfrotto Tripod in East Williamsburg in Brooklyn, New York.
Graffiti is everywhere, but good graffiti is few and far between. Abundant? Yes. Criminal ? Maybe. Art? Subjective. East Williamsburg off of Scholes Street has lots of this. Peppered like a perfect steak with rare to well done pieces giving Brooklyn the tattoos it wears proudly on the sleeves of it’s streets.
Photo tip: Street photography at night is a lil sis, so be quick and move on. Scout what you want to shoot before you bust out the tripod.
The Breeze Building: The stairway leads up to the real evil behind all of New York City. A building filled with sinister ideologies. Pedestrians claim to hear maniacal laughter resonating from its windows. Honestly, I dont know what this building is about, but it looks pretty cool.
Let’s put two things together that do not make sense. An alien ship being chased by the police for running a red light. A hot dog that you dip in a bowl of cereal. Cheeto dust fingers from a doctor about to perform rectal surgery. No matter how absurd it all sounds there will always be room for creativity on the walls. Works of art left unguarded for all to see but rarely seen. Think of it more so like you opened up a book and started to read from a random page. Then you opened up another book, picked a random page, then started to read. Again and again you’re doing this. Pretty soon you are reading bits and pieces from random stories and it just becomes chaotic. I think that is what all of this is. Pages torn from the artists as they leave something of themselves behind for you to read.
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