See the Live from the Streets episode (featuring Rime, Wen & others) made from sounds collected from the Art Basel trip here. ”Do the mushrooms…. Razor Blade.”
Back in December, we partnered with The Seventh Letter and Live From The Streets to head out to Miami Art Basel for our out-of-the-box mobile art installation featuring a line up of talented artists including: Aloy MSK, Anthony Lister, Dceve Smart Crew, Gorey, Greve MUL, Kaput VTS, OBLVN, Rime MSK, Stae2, Vor138, Witnes/Tyke AWR, and more!
Check out the link below for images of all the trucks and the concept of the truck project.
One of my favorite artists w/ graffiti roots, Stephen Powers’ show “A Word is Worth A Thousand Pictures” at Joshua Liner Gallery. Go check out the opening tomorrow 9/6 at 548 West 28th St # 334 Some photos below snapped from the preview today:
OPENING SATURDAY AUGUST 25th IN NYC
in 11 Days #countdown
New York City
Opens: Saturday Aug 25th 6-10pm
Curated by Michael Hunt (MicahelHuntAUS@gmail.com)
More details to come in the following days…
Our affordable CHEAPSKATE ART SALE & Pop-up Shop will be opening this Thursday for Go Skateboarding Day™ Come check out the grand opening of the Coleman Skate Park on Monroe Street and then drop our the store at 47 Monroe Street.
We will be releasing an exclusive DESPOT x SMART CREW x KLUGHAUS T-Shirt “The Cat Be Unemployed” for $25/each.
It’s your 4 day chance to pick up some amazing pieces at discount prices (you can take home with you.) Some marked down OBLVN pieces from the 100 Paintings Show, GROTESK prints, original pieces by SNOEMAN, KOSBY, GOREY, Matt Arbuckle, Lurker Lou and much more… We have tons of clothing from local brands including ONLY, Mishka, Animal, Death Traitors, etc. as well as a bunch of skate decks from Iron Claw Skates, Skate All Cities and much more…
Klughaus Pop-up Shop
47 Monroe Street
New York, NY 10002
*We will be open on June 21 from 10am to 10pm.
Come by Klughaus Gallery (47 Monroe Street) this Friday (May 25) to kick off your Memorial Day weekend! We are proud to present London’s ATG Crew for their debut show in the US. The show, Silverlink will feature recent works by Jamie Brown, Dominic Corry, Will Robson-Scott and Jack Murray….
klughaus: “Since we’re on the nostalgia tip, I want to take this Graffiti Friday to pay tribute to one of the great Queens bombers of yesteryear, a guy by the tag of MIRAGE. When I was coming up in the late 80′s, MIRAGE was like a hero. I was a true jocker, but I think that anyone would tell you, that if you were gonna jock somebody’s style, it may as well be MIRAGE. This is really a graffiti fable. A children’s story.
MIRAGE was famous for his footprints. We hear a lot about our “footprint” today – carbon and otherwise (Vanity Fair had a hilarious feature on reducing your “Asshole Footprint” this month that you absolutely must read). But when I was thirteen, it was all MIRAGE footprints everywhere. Yes, there were MIRAGE tags, and yes, there were MIRAGE fill-ins, straight letters, and burners, but it was still this rush to see just those MIRAGE footprints. He’d do little (and not so little) footprint fill-ins everywhere. Maybe this fable goes to the larger point. MIRAGE even moved past language, or maybe down into language. He totally got it. You don’t even need the word. Just throw up some footprints. Splat. Everywhere. MIRAGE footprints. (Isn’t this getting down to language anyway? Was it Derrida who said that language is the furrow in the earth, the footprint?).
But the best part of the MIRAGE footprints was the stories it would generate. Or rather, the footprints would hook into some already existing chemical modification, and then the stories would commence. Standing in a cold schoolyard with your boys, after midnight, passing a joint around. Yes. And somebody would say, “Those fucking footprints lead back to MIRAGE’S place, man. They lead to his house.” And then someone else would say, “That dude lives in Long Island, cuz I saw some stenciled MIRAGE footprints on the middle divider of the LIE, like by Exit 32.” And then someone else would say, “Stop fuckin’ jockin. That guy’s TMR. He lives in fucking Bayside. I saw him on Bell two days ago, you fucking jockers. But the footprints DO lead to his house. Everyone knows that.” Yes. Everyone knows that. The logic of it was crystal clear, in a smoky, EZ Wider sorta way. You turn away and see the non-writers are bored, and talking about going up to the Optimo for more whip-its. Yes. Because they’re footprints. So they must lead somewhere. Never mind the logic of graffiti itself, street rhizome breaking through in any given spot. Every signature, every footprint connected to every other. But still every signature, every footprint calling out “Track this!” And then someone said, and it wasn’t me, or at least not a me I recognize anymore, “Get off his dick. That shit don’t lead anywhere. Fucking mirage, get it? Jockers.”
And this is the way I have to end this story: MIRAGE died in the late 1980′s, and the piece above stood unmarred on the Clearview for years afterwards, no mean feat, since that was precious graffiti real estate, and the picture here does no justice to the sheer size of that thing. It’s likely larger in my memory. Jocker. In any case, it became a marker in northern Queens. You’d say “We hit the Clearview across from The Mirage.” A couple of highway jams reached this status. There was an OCEAN HUSH just over the Whitestone Bridge in the Bronx that was similarly iconic, and the SUPERSTAR SAINT taking up an entire underpass on the BQE (Just Plain Fuckin’ Nuts). But the MIRAGE is still the one that everyone remembers. Fucking jockers. Only The City would buff something as great as that Clearview straight letter. I was primed long before I read Pierre Clastres for that simple concept: Society against the fucking State…”
Aaron OBLVN “Love Ink”
Aaron OBLVN “Spray Can Rust Tough Stuff”
Aaron OBLVN “Lost Kaws”