Went to Erie Street because I did not have it and Public Works is a block away. It felt like the fightclub scene where Ed Norton sees his apartment augmented like an IKEA catalog.
This was very similar, except it was a Piper Dot catalog.
I miss the times back in the day, when you would go to a gallery opening and people would wear clothes and would be drinking wine. One of the downsides of street art is the locations are not very sexy and/or accessible as downtown lofts.
“Where is the place, honey?”
“It says on the flyer, through the sewer pipe, up the fire escape and jump on the lower roof.”
“So probably not heels, right?”