Pur essendo cresciuto in mezzo agli O'Clock, gli Smat e i flop dell'altro Jon, i primi ricordi di graffiti che ho vengono da Roma. Da bambino venivo tutti gli anni a trovare i miei, e tra una nonna e una zia c'erano sempre 'sti bestioni de metallo caldo tutti scarabbocchiati. Io in mezzo con gli occhi spalancati. Poi venni anche a sapere di un cugino maggiore, faceva skateboard e scriveva sui muri, non lo vedevo spesso ma avevo afferrato tre lettere: Zeta Ti Kappa. Per una settimana all'anno, mi guardavo intorno e ne vedevo a centinaia.
|Var85 YKS 156, Koma TRV, Myk, O'Clock 156 - B Line, 2007.|
Altro mondo altri incontri, ma di fatto cominciai a scrivere anch'io. Subito puntai i camion, l'unica superficie che ancora gira a Parigi, insomma qualcosa avevo imparato. Ma giuro che non lo sapevo che cosa scriveva il cugino quando scelsi il nome. Poi abitava in Olanda all' epoca, lo vedevo ogni morte de papa...
|Var85 corre sulla linea B, 2007.|
Passano un pò di anni e mi ritrovo a vivere proprio a Roma per la prima volta. L'ultima metro d'Europa che gira con cicatrici e tatuaggi in faccia, non me la posso fa' scappa'. E così non sapendo bene da dove cominciare, me faccio un paio di giri intorno a Magliana.
|Gast, Var85 YKS 156, Koma - B Line 2007|
|Var85 - B Line 2007|
Tramite lui incontrai prima Koma e poi piano piano un pò tutta la cricca TRV ZTK NSA. Ma a Roma giustamente la metro te la devi meritare, e da seri guardiani della città, non mi portarono con loro prima che me la facessi da solo. Fatto sta che a un certo punto mi ritrovo a dipinge con la crew di mio cugino, detto er Far-etto, senza neanche averlo incontrato. Affinità de nome e cognome.
Var85 YKS 156
FIRST AND LAST NAME
Even though I grew up surrounded by O'Clock's stuff, the Smat guys and the other Jon's throw-ups, my first memories of graffiti come from Rome. As a kid I used to go there every year to see my folks, and on the way from an aunt to a granny there were these big hot iron monsters that were all scribbled up. I couldn't stop staring at them. Then I heard of an older cousin of mine, he skated and wrote on walls. I didn't see him often but I had been caught by those three letters: Zee-Tee-Kay. For a week every year, I would look around me and see hundreds of them.
|Var85 YKS 156, Koma, Myk, O'Clock 156. B-line, 2007.|
Different world different encounters, but the fact is that I started writing too. My first targets were trucks, the only surface that still runs across Paris, I must have learned a little something there. But I swear I didn't know what my cousin wrote when I chose my name. Plus he was living in Holland then, we were barely seeing each other...
|Var throwups running on the B-line, 2007.|
A few years later I found myself living in Rome for the first time. The last subway in Europe running with scars and tattoos on its face, I just can't let it go. And so, not really knowing where to start, I went strolling around Magliana.
My face was stuck to the window of an old Lido train that was empty because it was lunch time. All the windows open to flap the heat, I was watching the tetris of carriages in the yard and I didn't notice this other guy sitting at the end of the car. It wasn't too hard for him to spot me, I was wearing a uniform, old sweatpants full of holes and a plastic bag in my hand. Faithful to his style, which I would get to know well later on, he walks up to me and goes: "—So where you from anyway?" "I'm from Paris", I answer with a heavy Roman accent. That's how I hooked up with Ver.
|Gast, Var YKS 156, Koma. B-line, 2007.|
|Var end to end of throwups. B-line, 2007.|
|Var, Neor ARF. B-line 2009.|
Through him I met Koma first, and then little by little the whole TRV ZTK NSA clique. But in Rome you have to earn your subway, and as Guardians of the City, they never took me with them until I painted it on my own. The point is, some time later I found myself painting with my cousin's crew, who they call Lil' Far, and I hadn't even caught up with him yet. Similarities of first and last name.
Var85 YKS 156