Someone I know sometimes posts pictures (on Facebook, so I can’t really link you to them) of her walks through the graveyard near her home, which makes me feel a little jealous that she has a graveyard. I still don’t know where the graveyards in this city are. But I have an ocean, so I shouldn’t complain too much.
There is something excellent about being able to walk to the beach and look at the giant ships (and the kayaks and sailboats and standing paddle-surfers) from your home. And while I’m sure the graveyard has fewer people, that just means there’d be so many fewer people out having interesting conversations like there were by the seawall tonight. Talking about the weirdest day they’d just had, or complaining loudly about their teeth or talking slow and braying about Luongo or Toronto.
These tulips placed in the bronze (or whatever) handbag of a statue aren’t always there. Over in the laughing people sculptures I saw more flowers placed in their hands. I kind of like that flower arrangements as a form of graffiti. I also like the benches in Stanley Park that have little memorial plaques to make me feel less jealous.
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as a warning
Across the street from 麦缘 (Holly’s Bakery) is a gigantic high-rise. In its basement is a vegetable market. On the main floor there’s a nice restaurant that hosts a lot of wedding banquets. The second floor houses a vast 网吧 (internet cafe) with hundreds of computers for the medical college students to play games and watch movies on. Above that point it’s all apartments, probably fairly expensive ones for Nanchong.
But on the front of this edifice the most ghetto “Merry Christmas” is scrawled in fake snow. The words are in completely different hands. The “Christmas” trails across glass, slate and brass at an awkward climbing angle. Holly observed it looked like it was sprayed on by their enemies.
so street i flash the sunflower, yo
So. I’m alone in Bucharest. Aileen took off this morning and since I haven’t heard about any Romanian plane crashes yet, I’m assuming she’s safely on her way to Canada. While I am here.
There was a good reason for this extra week back when I scheduled it. I wanted to make sure I had a last bit of time to myself before returning to Canada and all the expectations that’s inevitably going to bring. So here I am.
And I’m already making use of it. I spent a fuckload of time today walking down two of the main streets taking pictures. Not just pictures of any damned thing though, pictures of stencilled graffiti. I noticed the amount of it a couple of days ago and decided it’d make a good subject for a bit of a catalogue style project. So now I’ve got 50 different stencil pictures to select from and put together into something interesting.
Tonight I may go see Superman Returns.
mong kok hall of fame
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Hungry J.
I found this alley by wandering around near the Mong Kok KCR station. Right near the corner was a stenciled “Let’s Support Street Art” and all down the wall of this one building was graffiti. Good stuff. Some fading and whatever in the lettering, not just tags.
As you get further down the alley you see that on the other side, sort of under an overpass is where some people have their cardboard shelters. And their big dogs.
So I didn’t get all the way down the alley the first time I went exploring.
The next time I was out in that area (we were looking for a working Slurpee machine at a 7Eleven) I showed the alley to my friend Deb. We walked in for a while until about the spot where I took this picture. That was when the dog was out and came up to us.
I could have sworn it had been chained up the last time, but it wasn’t barking, so we made nice doggie sounds at it and didn’t go any further.
It didn’t seem to take much more notice of us and pissed on the wall (too quickly for me to get a picture) while we slowly left the alley.
So then we’re on the street out a round the corner, deciding whether to go back or continue the Slurpee quest when the dog came running out of the alley and bit Deb on the thigh. Not hard, but still. Then it ran back to its alley.
I kind of felt bad for bringing her out there to get attacked by a mean old dog, but then later on Lantau Island someone else got sort of bit like that and I realized it was Hong Kong leading people into the hound’s maw, not me.
