WHO WE ARE “We started the collective last September,” says Michael Burt, co-owner with Joey Cook of The Blackbook Collective. “He was doing a lot of large-scale murals, I was doing commissioned artwork; we linked up through that.” Advocates for legal painting, the duo opened the art supply shop and gallery at 5540 Kaye Street […]
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Idiot spray painter strikes again
Some idiot has again defaced the sign advertising the Gottingen Terrace housing project on Gottingen Street, on the old Sobeys lot across from the library. In the spring, Mr. Idiot spray-painted “fuck gentrification” on the sign. Demonstrating how little money the people behind Gottingen Terrace have at their disposal, rather than replacing the sign, they […]
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Century 21 office creates graffiti wall
After a long and costly battle with vandalism, one Halifax business has decided to make good with the graffiti community and hopes to inspire a copycat effect across the city. The owners of a Century 21 franchise in the north end, who have spent upwards of $10,000 replacing smashed windows and erasing graffiti, plan to […]
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It’s the Pit: Meris Mosher’s graffiti belt buckles
Meris Mosher When The Pit, the graffiti wall on Lower Water and Morris streets, was recently demolished, a cultural history was destroyed too. Over the years, layers and layers of (technically “legal”) street art built up like icing on a cake, undocumented and often unnoticed. But Meris Mosher was watching. Since 2007, the NSCAD grad, […]
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Taggers Give the Untility Boxes a Fucking Break
This might seem petty, but this issue is really chapping my ass. It’s not too often that the local utility company does something above and beyond. I feel the beautiful paintings they have contracted out for their ugly utility boxes are wonderful. What I find frustrating is the behavior of the fucks who deface them. […]
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Montreal filmmaker Alan Kohl’s street smarts
It’s a cold, wet, Montreal night. The reflection of traffic lights glitters on damp streets. A black-clad figure rides through on a bicycle, clutching a piece of posterboard beneath one arm. He dismounts near a crosswalk, glancing furtively around him, and pulls something from his pocket. We hear the rattle-rattle of the spraypaint can as […]
