It just occurred to me that I talk about Paris a lot here. It’s kind of funny, actually, as I’ve only been there twice. But the references abound. Might be my affinity for macarons and Oscar Wilde.
This photo was from my very first trip there. We watched skateboarders at le Palais de Tokyo. As tourists wielding cameras unabashedly, I snapped photos of the kids doing tricks and documented the grafitti like an urban anthropoligst. (How cliche, right? Little did I know, I was only just getting started on my grafitti safari.) Visually, this isn’t the most striking street art, but I love the expression. Google tells me it’s French translation of a film called Now You See Him, Now You Don’t. Seems quite apt.
I wonder if it was one of tho who created this grafitti (our entree into the world of Euro street art). Translated
Maybe that’s where the (hopelessly trite?) obsession began.