Art on the Streets of Paris #7

So my graffiti week has come to a close. I’ve given you all a glimpse into the beautiful and illegal art form. Now I want to hear or see your favourite pieces of graffiti, from a slogan scribbled on a bathroom door to billboard sized extravaganzas.

For my next few posts I will be going back to my roots, writing.

While my love is of course photography, my other love has always been writing and over the past year it has become a footnote in my life. Writing gave me jobs, gave me a purpose and most of all gave me a freedom incomparable to anything else. I recently surpassed 150 posts and for the next few weeks I’ll be heading back to how I and my blog began.

Art on the Streets of Paris #6

Art on the Streets of Paris #5

Art on the Streets of Paris #4

Art on the Streets of Paris #3

Art on the Streets of Paris #2

“Despite what they say graffiti is not the lowest form of art. Although you might have to creep about at night and lie to your mum it’s actually one of the more honest art forms available. There is no elitism of hype, it exhibits on the best walls a town has to offer and nobody is put off by the prices of admissions.” – Banksy

Art on the Streets of Paris #1

Whose to say what art is? If it doesn’t hang in the Louvre or have tour groups clicking at it, then is it not art?

Away from the queues, the hoards of people and entry fees there lies the beauty of the street. Free beauty, true art.

Graffiti, it divides people, cities and societies, with its often political and cultural anarchism. An army of thousands, graffiti artists constantly re-design the urban landscape.

This week I’ll be showing you a handful of the art created under the cover of darkness and against the law, all over Paris.

Where is the love?

Look up every once in a while. You never know what you might be missing. 

Because, let’s be honest, your feet are pretty dull. 

Never Park in Camden

This sad looking car can be found next to my previous blog photograph, tucked around a corner in Camden, London. I used to walk past it when I worked in Camden and it was always changing, new stickers and new graffiti, and yet seemed so lost and forgotten.

With the cracked concrete, bent bonnet and airless tires the decrepit car remains.

London Pride