This Week in Graffiti, #3
Greetings from Barcelona, where the world is your canvas as long as you have a can of spray paint and no common regard for other…
Greetings from Barcelona, where the world is your canvas as long as you have a can of spray paint and no common regard for other…
At the request of a friend, I’ve decided to write about one of Barcelona’s most celebrated contemporary artists, Joan Miró. Born in 1893 to well-to-do…
In honor of my friend Lee who is still trying to finish the first paragraph of my last blog post, I’m going with mostly pictures this…
When you’re in the middle of great political upheaval–I mean serious upheaval, with police batons crunching skulls, half a million protesters clogging the streets, politicians being…
It’s Voting Day here in Catalonia. La Policia Nacional haven’t arrived to the polling station where I am right now, but this is what it looks like…
Trying to explain Catalonia’s bid for independence right now is like explaining how to change brake rotors while sitting in a van that just crashed through…
When you’re a mopey, misanthropic, joy-consuming black hole like me, Barcelona can be a total drag. It seems like every time I finish revising my goodbye note, leaving…