Another thing i loved about Hip Hop was graffiti. Being shit at it didn't matter.
Couldn't climb fences or out run police but stencilling my monkeys made me feel invincible.
Invincible until i got caught, again. The security guard threatened to report me to my parents this time so
i cried and begged forgiveness, the mushrooms and Dragon Stout in my system making me extra emotional.
I was let off and to this day never did it again. Interest unsurprisingly wanes after such an embarrasment.
So imagine my surprise at being invited to Meeting Of Styles: an annual celebration of graffiti culture.
I went over with my French bro Antoine, (pictured below), who is really passionate about all this stuff.
If it wasn't for his enthusiasm i would have left early as i find this purist form of graffiti quite underwhelming.