AAA Journal — Counter Culture
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
[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
[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,…