
In the past three years, I have moved three times. Each time I call upon the great physical strength of my friends – an area I am decidedly lacking in – and then offer them pizza. They don’t care about the pizza; it’s just a gesture. As we lug all of mine and my wife’s…

On bridges, in dark alleys, under freeway overpasses, in the middle of busy streets, and anywhere else there is room, a group of visionaries are making their art. They’re doing it on the city itself. From a familiar British phone booth murdered and left bleeding to the obscure yet iconic face of André René Roussimoff…