Hey, remember when I found This on 10th Avenue in the Chelsea Gallery District? As far as reader comments go, that was one of my most popular Street Art posts ever, which is saying something, considering it had virtually no accompany text.
The Green Monster Hand, which has been seen around town by me just a few times, is still a bit of a mystery. Its authoring artist is unknown, and it is far from ubiquitous, unlike the Pink Baby Faces, which have been spotted all over the country at this point. I was out in Chelsea this past Saturday (and what lovely fall day it was) and spotted the Green Monster Hand, now holding an old school cell phone (an upgrade from the now-antiquated desk phone handset we saw last time), which is emblazoned with the text “You Go Girl.” Inspiring.
Stencil Street Art By Adam Dare, Photographed By Gail on Bleecker Street
On occasion, there will be an article in the paper or on the web about a person who inadvertently falls down an open manhole or (and this is especially fun if there is Video Documentation) trips and stumbles into a fountain in the middle of a busy shopping mall, because he or she is so enraptured with gazing dreamily at his or her smart phone that they forget to watch where they are going. Hilarious! When I read these articles or see these videos, I am filled with an overwhelming feeling of schadenfreude. Because it is my pleasure to see you injured because you are too brain dead to put your phone down and pay attention to where you’re walking. Continue reading Hey Douche! Put Your Phone Down And Watch Where You’re Going!→
This is a fun story. Apparently, a young hotel worker in England was “surprised” to discover that a baby bat had been hiding in her bra for several hours before its movements (which were originally mistaken for the vibrating of her cell phone) prompted closer inspection. I’m just thinking that she must have been wearing a pretty big bra for her to not notice that a fucking bat was hiding in there! I mean, I’m hauling around an impressive rack myself, and I think I’d notice if there was a bat in my bra. Geez.