Hip-hop first came to me as a child obsessed with dancing. My mother purchased “Breakin’ 2: Electric Boogaloo” at the local LoFood for about $5 and Ozone and Turbo lit up my living room with their cardboard floor every week.
As I took photos for Jay’s mutli-media profile I found a plethora of tags and graffiti art lined the back alleys and brick walls on College, Bathurst and Queen Street West. The taggers meticulously lined their art with paint.
As I clicked away, the ancient owner of one building came out to investigate. Vandals had plagued his building for years, he explained to me in broken English. The city ordered a clean-up and so he decided to commission a graffiti artist.
I don’t pretend to know about art or hip-hop culture but I know I prefer to look at a finely crafted neon DJ than an advertisement or vinyl siding.
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