Dublin :: Somehow, it's like cheating on Cork :: HCWH

I'd the good fortune to be at the Hard Working Class Heroes festival last weekend. The bands were great, as was the atmosphere (other than the swing to "Wet" the atmosphere took on the last day). One of the really good bits about the festival was the provision of Andrew's Lane for the after-club. The theatre (or club or whatnot) has been done inside and outside by the Dublin artist Maser. It looks great, and even as a club it seemed worth the visit. The plaque outside the door:

The alley around the corner had plenty of stuff. I really like this one. (there's other stuf that I should certainly get & up)


   This guy (girl?) is class. I spotted one of his other ones near the old Mongrel offices a few years ago and foolishly thought it was a one-off curio: ooooh no. 

   This stuff is all over the city centre (by which, the tourist means Temple Bar). My friend over in the 508 initially pointed out the corners and drain pipes these covered: each is a bit of a gem. This is in no way a catalogue of the ones we saw: there were scores of them. 

Though this pic is largely for the small stickers, I love opportunities such as these for people to truly cover a space in all sorts of crap.

That road towards the Tourist Info office.


A great linguist once said...

Mr. F. O' Eight directed me to this door to see another piece by Maser, but it had been replaced by this other piece. Maser again? Perhaps... Really good piece though.

Dublin :: bits

I was recently at the Analog festival for three amazing bands, so took the time to wander around the city a bit (not very much).pillar.

Face Invaders. Class. Just off Mary's Street.
The same face from Hope Street below. Just below Face Invaders
Now this was a particularly strange house (can you click on it for h-res?). Vampire gargoyle over the threshold. Studded door. Hand painted walls. In the centre of the picture is a tree made of barb'd wire, festooned with a crop of dummies(soothers/pacifiers). "Mais non!" you exclaim, "Ca c'est trop diabolique!". Fine:



Really weird. I caught a fleeting glimpse of a man inside, at third floor window, watching the street. Did he do this to the house? Was he real?

Just past face invaders, off Mary St.

Dublin, World:: random

Oh it's so late. So late it's 9am. Anyway: last of the backlog. Places not in Cork, or not quite graffiti. Dublin kicks us in the face repeatedly for graffiti I'm afraid. However, as the impending economic bagelcollapse ..impends, I foresee an era where every city, villlage and township will have their own gang culture, and they'll be throwing paint and stencils everywhich way. We'll get some real pieces up then, rest assured.

Ha! Sleep hallucinations. They genuinely aren't the same things as dreams.



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Nederland.
Dublin ariport.
Bulgaria. Not mad about large amounts of anything.



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Cork Crawford Museum of Fine Art

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Really like this one.

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