Posts tagged trash
MY IPHONE SHOT OF THE WEEK - LEANING TOWER OF CRATES
If this stack of gravity defying crates was moved to a gallery space at the MOMA it’d probably sell for a million bucks at Sotheby’s. I’m not sure if that’s a good or a bad thing, but it’s definitely some sort of thing that makes me wonder about what the hell makes something art, and who should get the credit.
This is blowing my mind a little bit. I mean, I took this photo, but I’m definitely not the artist, that title belongs to whoever set up this awesome gravity defying stack of crates. But what’s crazy is that the person who set up these crates probably did so with no intent of creating “art”, but rather “trash”. I wonder how many regular folks have never gotten credit for their incredible temporary art installations.
Anyway, here’s a few more pictures of this most wonderful piece (artist unknown)…


If you’d like to see more of my daily iphone photos documenting other people’s inadvertent “street art” click here.

MY IPHONE SHOT OF THE WEEK - LEANING TOWER OF CRATES

If this stack of gravity defying crates was moved to a gallery space at the MOMA it’d probably sell for a million bucks at Sotheby’s. I’m not sure if that’s a good or a bad thing, but it’s definitely some sort of thing that makes me wonder about what the hell makes something art, and who should get the credit.

This is blowing my mind a little bit. I mean, I took this photo, but I’m definitely not the artist, that title belongs to whoever set up this awesome gravity defying stack of crates. But what’s crazy is that the person who set up these crates probably did so with no intent of creating “art”, but rather “trash”. I wonder how many regular folks have never gotten credit for their incredible temporary art installations.

Anyway, here’s a few more pictures of this most wonderful piece (artist unknown)…

If you’d like to see more of my daily iphone photos documenting other people’s inadvertent “street art” click here.

DEATH ARRIVES IN BROOKLYN… ON A HORSE
Last night I posted this photo on my iphone tumblr and one of my favorite Tumblr Aussie friends, iwillnothangmyselftoday, replied with this awesome message…
“Wait, is someone actually throwing out a black rider for hard rubbish collection? Where you live is amazing, Tanner. Who are these people?!”
I loved this reply and yes, it’s true, someone was throwing out this “black rider” (we just call him “death” here in America). I wanted to bring him home with me but a) he was heavy, and b) Vicki would have killed me. It’s funny if you think about it… had I brought death into our home I would have literally died, well played death… well played. Oh, and if you look closely, there’s a blue stuffed animal laying on the ground behind death. He appears to be dead but hopefully he’s just sleeping.
Anyway, back to your question… I don’t know who these crazy Brooklyn people are, but a few months ago Vicki and I were outside our apartment hula hooping on buckets while wearing furball hats, so I’m not really one to judge.

DEATH ARRIVES IN BROOKLYN… ON A HORSE

Last night I posted this photo on my iphone tumblr and one of my favorite Tumblr Aussie friends, iwillnothangmyselftoday, replied with this awesome message…

“Wait, is someone actually throwing out a black rider for hard rubbish collection? Where you live is amazing, Tanner. Who are these people?!”

I loved this reply and yes, it’s true, someone was throwing out this “black rider” (we just call him “death” here in America). I wanted to bring him home with me but a) he was heavy, and b) Vicki would have killed me. It’s funny if you think about it… had I brought death into our home I would have literally died, well played death… well played. Oh, and if you look closely, there’s a blue stuffed animal laying on the ground behind death. He appears to be dead but hopefully he’s just sleeping.

Anyway, back to your question… I don’t know who these crazy Brooklyn people are, but a few months ago Vicki and I were outside our apartment hula hooping on buckets while wearing furball hats, so I’m not really one to judge.