Nekst is one of my favorite bombers doing work these days. I have seen his work invade cities and over power local writers in no time. My companions ducked into a packy and while I waited outside I caught this Sarz tag. It made me think about the weight the word Sarz use to carry and how it seems to have been all but forgotten now that the Swine Flu is in town. I’m sure the media will continue to come up with the latest and greatest epidemic that we should be worrying over.

The next pictures were taken by my friend T.Woods. She was our tour guide to Williamsburg and found us some great Thai food at Sea. I do not know who created that stencil, but the texture and layers excite me. The fine detail on the Yankee fitted is just too nice.

My first post starts us off in jolly old Boston. I was in Allston on my way to pick up our broken computer and stumbled onto this gem. There is something special about graffiti artists and the way that they label themselves. Is this artist really horny, as the name would suggest? Or did they just find it funny to write this sexual term all over the place? Are they trapped in a shell of sexual frustration and have chosen this as an outlet to ease their troubles? All I can say is that this person has been killing the area and every time I see that name, I laugh inside.