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Torn from slumber, green
leaves not ready to detach
fight on to remain.
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by Scooj
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Torn from slumber, green
leaves not ready to detach
fight on to remain.
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by Scooj
Another masterclass in street art from the magnificent Sled One. The hoardings in Old Bread Street tend to get refreshed roughly fortnightly, so it can be difficult sometimes to photograph everything. In fact it is something of a miracle that I get to photograph anything at the moment. Work and family are occupying most of my time…I don’t mind the family bit, but work…


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Those horrifying
words, ‘it’s your gearbox that’s gone’
life without a car.
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by Scooj
I don’t know quite why, but I have held on to these pictures for some time now. I think it is because I was worried that I might have already posted them. I have to confess that my blog is becoming a bit of a logistical challenge…dozens of folders and thousands of images…sometimes I lose track.

Control Alt Delete
key strokes that initiate
computer bedtime.
by Scooj
I still know nothing about the artist OHMS, but I know I like their work. This is an incredibly colourful and intricate piece tucked between some bushes on the side of the M32 roundabout between St Pauls and Easton.


Wildstyle writing is an acquired taste, and one which I have developed a hunger for, but it was not always that way. When I first started writing about street art, I was often left cold or baffled by writers (burners, throw-ups of wildstyle). I just didn’t get it.

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Standing room only
too polite to turf sleeping
girl out of my seat.
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by Scooj
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On the train again
destination Vauxhall and
some boxy hotel.
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by Scooj
Aspire sprayed this a little while ago, and within a very short space of time, a rather ‘jobsworth’ enforcement notice went up over the top of it. Some people are really stupid, or don’t really care, but when you look at the whole scene I know which bit I consider ugly and which out of place.

