Dumpsters are to street art peepz the same as ears were to Van Gogh, if he ever painted on them. Metal canvas, so available in its industrial indifference. So wide and inviting as a chubby Brazilian samba dancer with moves you could never ever pull off if your artistic integrity depended on it. And nobody gives a shit.



My brother is a chimney engineer and encourages me to shoot them, I think I odeed on smokestax during a recent trip to Italy. Since I tag everything like the future of virtual reality depends on it, here’s the hitparade from my chimney collection:

Recommended listening: Arkut – One Year Later