One of the best features about my new (new-ish) apartment is the gym right next door. Not that I use it for working out. Eeks, no. But it does pretty much guarantee a steady stream of really cute, well built guys streaming past my front door. I would consider joining it just to go and ogle the boys changing, but all of them look like they come in their gym clothes already. While that improves the streetscape, it does cut down on the ogling chances.
I’d prefer something like this:
Also, while we’re down here on the street, I’ve recently seen a return of a graffiti (I believe there is a different noun for a single piece of graffiti, but I’m too lazy to look it up. You can if you’d like to.) I’m very fond of; the street koi.
These have been around for years, sort of on and off. I like them because they’re unusual, being on the street, and the play with a sense of perspective, as if you’re looking down into a koi pond. And now, apparently, the artist has been commissioned to cover up temporary construction walls, so good for him.
As I said, the koi come and go. Imagine my surprise when I was in New Orleans once and stumbled upon a bunch of them there. My friend Stephen said he was acquainted with the artist, but not fond of him. He said the local theory of the random appearance of the art was that the artist would inevitably wind up with enough restraining orders against him that he would leave town until they built up in his new environs at which time he would strike out for new horizons. I don’t know, I’m just going on Stephen’s possibly biased deductions.
I’m a fan of graffiti. I think it can be charming and amusing and even beautiful. Well, not when people jus splatter their tag up and call it day. That has all the appeal of a car alarm going off. But when it’s funny and makes you think, isn’t that art?