AAA Journal —  Counter Culture


THE STORY OF GRAFFITI

The Story of Graffiti

[page_title] The pace of the grey moving skies across Berlin is only matched by the pace of my feet. Jumping over a puddle I avoid an equally fast paced man in a dark green turtle neck done up to the eyebrows. The streets round Friedrichshain in Berlin’s East are littered with Graffiti, or Street Art,…

THE STORY OF GRAFFITI

The Story of Graffiti

[page_title] The pace of the grey moving skies across Berlin is only matched by the pace of my feet. Jumping over a puddle I avoid an equally fast paced man in a dark green turtle neck done up to the eyebrows. The streets round Friedrichshain in Berlin’s East are littered with Graffiti, or Street Art,…

THE STORY OF GRAFFITI

The Story of Graffiti

[page_title] The pace of the grey moving skies across Berlin is only matched by the pace of my feet. Jumping over a puddle I avoid an equally fast paced man in a dark green turtle neck done up to the eyebrows. The streets round Friedrichshain in Berlin’s East are littered with Graffiti, or Street Art,…