Photo by myself in the East Village.
Sadly, the message of the paste-up graffiti is somewhat true.
It's been increasingly more difficult for the lower and middle classes to call New York City "home". You'll find few starving artists here, since it's an expensive place to live.
The artists I know have a day job and pursue their passions in their free time. I've read so many stories about writers and artists in the past, who moved to New York with $50 in their pockets and managed to make it. No longer.
I'll be posting for the next few days from Los Angeles, where it's sunny and in the 60s. Mark and Rupert are staying home in Brooklyn, where it's rainy and cold. No fun.
My parents live in a remote area, where they only have *gulp* dial-up, also known as a "modem", a lesser known 'technology' from the 20th century. You'd think from the speed or lack thereof that it involves string and tin cans. Geez.
It's nuts to think we all used to use modems. Are we all spoiled now or is it just me?
Related posts: Pasted Up in the Meatpacking District, Abandoned Lot, East Village and Art for the Masses.