final, finally, finality eh? all good things, and sometimes not such good things, come to an end. you were probably thinking that we died ages ago. not quite, just been waiting for the coffee to percolate. and so with street art we bid you all adieu. with much love and respect ...



this was the interview that wasn't supposed to happen. no, no ... not because a1one (pronounced: ə-lōn') is iranian and we got caught up in some crazy international diplomatic scandal. not because we were running late, or even because we had expended all of our ezine karma on previous interviews ...




Street Art, Street Smarts: having sumthin to say in the PRC and not getting nabbed Growing up in Melbourne, I got paid shrapnel to paint over it. I used to call this stuff “graffiti”. Spoilt middle-class kids thinking they were rebelling by bombing their tags like “Madc*#t” and “Sickboy” on public property ...



Dear mr. inflatable dreams. I've taken the liberty of correcting your spelling. Nothing personal. I, myself, the correspondent herself (you don't dispute that too do you?) don't know how to spell correspondent ...



Art for Twelve Million Tokyo’s streets are all but devoid of graffiti. Acres of smooth, flat concrete surround buildings and houses, yet remain completely untouched by spray paint or texta. You won’t find it scratched into toilet doors or etched into train carriages ...



her royal hoopness the dark arts of hula ...



this interview was a tough one. thousands of emails, facebook pokes. phone calls late at night. attending a gig to get a phone number. to make some calls. to send some emails. to finally sneak backstage at the hi-fi bar ...



france, spain and mexico ; street art by cynthia ...



word up ; delicious script by rich ...



gen 19 and we were hungry and tired and needed our next fix. behold, she said, turning tricks for $50 is easy. so we entered his house and were satiated ...




this issue's lovely contributors ...





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