It's over when your candidate drops out of the race.Found on 4th Avenue.
Art and advertising, from political protest to lost cats, collide on the streets of NYC in the form of flyers, wild posting and whatever else can be stuck to a lamp post or phone kiosk.
Considering how many cultures share NYC, it's remarkable that 99% of the stuff that I find is in English. Here are a couple of postings that make up the other 1%. I have no idea what they say.
I found this right outside my apartment on 11th Street. That's perfect because I need a trainer for the upcoming Eccentric Triathlon. Now if I can only find someone to coach me in the unicycling event.
Calling Democrats commies seems like something that would have ended with the Cold War but here it is, this time directed at Hillary Clinton.
I posted before about a dollar bill with a Ron Paul message on it. Now his campaign has stepped up to flyers.
I got this from a group of super lefties that are out in Union Square every weekend protesting Israel's treatment of the Palestinians.
The adjacent window responds with answers that try too hard:
Really, who waits an hour for mac 'n' cheese, except for a yuppy ready to spend $12 on a plate of food that costs pennies to make? Those little white rectangles are stickers that a local added to answer the question:
You would expect someone who calls himself The Flyer King to have a great flyer. Not only is it awkwardly designed, it makes claims that aren't true:
When I was reading the story behind Love Bound Train, it reminded me of a flyer from deep in my archives, one that I had collected but not posted. This is the flyer that launched the project. From the "hello" page on the site:
Part of a promotion for the Love Bound Train, a Brooklyn-based arts project.
This is the cover of a CD I found on Avenue A. Copies had been left on random horizontal surfaces to be picked up.
This is Gourasana, The Golden One. Gourasana is an incarnation of God in the body of a guy named David Swanson. He looks like some dude who thinks he's found a way to make a lot money and bang a lot of chicks with something called Miracle of Love®, a vaguely Eastern religion.
Now that Led Zeppelin is playing live again, tribute acts like Zepp will have to compete against the real thing. But without John Bonham, even the reinflated Zeppelin is an imitation of itself.
This is ominous.
Dan Smith isn't the only six-stringer slinger in NYC who teaches. But before you take your first lesson, you can get your blues name at The Blues Name Generator.
For those who still can't get enough conspiracy theories about 9-11 , there's patriotsquestion911.com to answer your need.
Artist's interpretation.
At first I thought this was some sort of furry event or American Apparel promotion, or both, but it's for Cats on Broadway, a musical. According to The Bruce High Quality Foundation site, "Set on the border between Bed-Stuy and Bushwick (Broadway, Brooklyn) and performed in the newly renovated Bruce High Quality Foundation Theater (1100 Broadway, Brooklyn), Cats on Broadway brings together an all-volunteer cast of performers, musicians, stagehands, and designers to reflect the emotional conflicts of the gentrification of Brooklyn while satirizing both the utopian reform schemes and self-pitying nihilism often associated with the artists responsible for gentrification’s 'first wave.'”