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<br />XXROMAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671563149605956477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737399420913507205.post-20884813274403849712015-05-31T02:06:00.000+02:002015-05-31T02:07:51.586+02:00Mellie MSN WOW (Holland)<div style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal;">
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was on a family trip to Tuscany that summer. For two days I sneaked out
and hooked up with Fume. He introduced me to Stand and his friends. The
first night we did a couple of panels together in a big yard, the
next morning Fume and Stand left Roma and I hooked up with Joe.
This guy was really fresh, but he did not speak English and I did not
speak any Italian so the communication was pretty funny as you can
imagine. Anyway I was hoping to do some subways, we checked a few spots
with this girl writer Star and another dude.
At the end of the night we ended up at the same spot I was at the night
before, did another panel, bombed some trains, and smoked some hash, it
was all good...</span></span><br />
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year I had a few court cases coming, that's why I slowed down a bit,
and was going to start studying after the summer. I remember sitting in
college during Art history classes watching
all these famous Italian buildings and fountains I passed by drunk, or on the back of Joe's Vespa. Made me smile!</span></span> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Estate 1995:</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Ero in vacanza in Toscana con la famiglia quell' estate. Per due giorni sono sgusciato via per andare ad incontrare Fume, che mi ha presentato a Stand ed ai suoi amici. La prima notte abbiamo dipinto un paio di pannelli insieme in una yard grossa. La mattina successiva Stand e Fume sono partiti da Roma ed io ho incontrato Joe. Questo tipo era davvero cool, ma non parlava inglese ed io non parlavo una parola di italiano quindi la comunicazione fra di noi era un pò strana come potrete immaginare. Speravo di dipingermi delle metro, quindi abbiamo controllato un paio di posti insieme ad una ragazza che scriveva Star e un altro writer. Alla fine della serata ci siamo ritrovati nello stesso posto della sera prima, dove mi sono fatto un pannello, ho bombato un pò di treni, ho fumato un pò di canne... ed è andato tutto bene...</i></span></span><br />
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XXROMAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671563149605956477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737399420913507205.post-50825342084121130052015-05-26T18:07:00.004+02:002015-05-26T18:11:47.348+02:00Esplosione Atomica<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Quattro strati sullo stesso vagone in meno di un anno... Men Syla (PAC) Jon (ZTK) nel 1999, Skey Oase Set (GVB INC) da Amsterdam nel 2000, Noia, NSA (Ver), Kare (NSA) 2000, e Pim Jon (ZTK) sempre nell'anno 2000... e i danni provocati dall'esplosione atomica <span style="font-size: small;">su</span>l primo strato sono ancora visibili... ma senza nessuna scoria radioattiva!</span></span><br />
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<br />XXROMAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671563149605956477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737399420913507205.post-2930126109391996212015-02-09T16:18:00.000+01:002015-02-09T18:32:04.503+01:00AUGURI METRO B<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">Oggi la Metro B compie 60 anni (23 dipinta). La linea venne inaugurata alla stazione Termini il 9 febbraio 1955</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"> dal Presidente della Repubblica Luigi Einaudi.</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">Il giorno successivo venne aperto l'esercizio al pubblico.</span></span><br />
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XXROMAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671563149605956477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737399420913507205.post-46428616034502438232014-09-05T16:13:00.002+02:002014-09-05T16:43:30.772+02:00Train Culture<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Train Culture</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Alla fine sono stato sempre un writer abbastanza atipico. Penso che le esperienze di vita mi hanno reso così: credo che ognuno nella vita sia il frutto delle proprie esperienze e delle proprie scelte. Ciò che ho creato con una bomboletta in mano in tanti anni alla fine è stato il frutto di questo. Penso che ogni writer abbia bene impresso dei momenti chiave del suo percorso, dei momenti che ha vissuto, delle esperienze che lo hanno fatto crescere, magari stilisticamente o mentalmente, passaggi segnati da un pezzo particolare che ha fatto o un incontro con un altro writer che lo ha influenzato semplicemente scambiando idee.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Cercherò di ricordare un po’ alcune esperienze che ho fatto negli anni e che sento sono state importanti per me e mi hanno aiutato a diventare il writer che sono oggi.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I primi anni di attivita' per ogni writer sono i più formativi, quelli in cui ti crei una mentalità che bene o male ti porterai avanti per sempre; oltretutto ho cominciato a dipingere quando ero molto giovane ed in un periodo quando a Roma neanche esisteva davvero la minima traccia di un movimento di Writing con cui rapportarmi. Alla fine ho sviluppato un approccio al writing molto personale e diverso dai canoni <span style="font-size: small;">N</span>ewyorkesi. Le regole che andavano bene per loro e la loro mentalità non potevano assolutamente andare bene per me che mi trovavo a Roma in un contesto dove eravamo </span>al massimo altre 3 o 4 persone oltre al sottoscritto. Andare a dipingere per la fama a Roma nel 1987 o <span style="font-size: small;">19</span>88 non aveva assolutamente nessun senso. A nessuno importava nulla di questa cultura in quegli anni, quindi i motivi che ti portavano ad uscire ed andare a dipingere dovevano per forza di cose essere altre.<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Sicuramente ciò che mi è sempre piaciuto del Writing è che l'ho sempre considerato una forma d'arte con una potenza ed un impatto unici, ovviamente quando fatto bene. Ed è questo legame che mi è sempre rimasto dentro negli anni e che mi ha fatto continuare a dipingere per un tempo che è andato oltre le mie stesse aspettative. Di sentire storie di fughe dalle guardie, arresti, di fam<span style="font-size: small;">a</span>, di chi è king, chi è scrauso, sinceramente non me ne è mai importato nulla: mi sono sempre interessato e soffermato su cosa si dipinge, che è ciò che mi è sempre interessato di più, oggi come ieri. Per carità, quando dico questo non intendo noiosi discorsi sullo stile, loop, frecce ecc. che ti fanno sentire alle medie, ma parlare di cosa si dipinge con fomento e divertimento e con un’ ironia alla fine tutta romana. I contesti in cui mi sono trovato a dipingere negli anni, le crew che ho creato dal nulla hanno avuto come comune denominatore il fatto che si doveva dipingere bene e sopratutto ci dovevamo divertire sennò non aveva proprio senso fare certe cose per me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Ho sempre sentito i treni come una parte di ciò che faccio, un modo di vivere il writing, e soprattutto neanche l'unico modo di farlo. Uno può cambiare, può evolversi quanto gli pare, ma nel mio caso sarò sempre un figlio degli anni ’80, da questo non posso scappare! Ho cominciato a dipingere nell’ '86 grazie a un amico più grande che si chiamava Defski, che materialmente mi insegnò le basi, come fare un outline, strutturare un pezzo e quant'altro. Il Writing a quel tempo non era il prodotto che è oggi, la mentalità di chi faceva queste cose era diversa, magari era più naif, più ingenua sicuramente, ma per un vecchio romantico come me aveva un fascino davvero irresistibile. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">La differenza sostanziale rispetto al Writing di oggi era che prima semplicemente non potevi aprire una fanzine o accedere a internet per prendere spunto o cercare di capire come si faceva un certo stile o come si dipingeva in una certa maniera. L'unica maniera che avevi di apprendere le basi era lavorare materialmente per strada e imparare da altri writer: quindi eri per forza di cose figlio delle tue stesse esperienze e influenzato dalle persone che avevi conosciuto. Sono un “romano de Roma” da generazioni, però il fatto che ho trascorso la mia infanzia in Australia è stata una cosa che sicuramente mi ha portato a vedere le cose in maniera diversa rispetto a un pischello che magari ha passato tutta la vita nel quartiere di San Lorenzo. Quando sono tornato a vivere in Italia nell '87 avevo visto e vissuto delle realtà che qua ancora semplicemente non erano state neanche contemplate. L'incontro più importante che feci in quegli anni a Roma è stato sicuramente quello con Crash Kid. Mi ricordo quando lo vidi ballare alla Galleria Colonna e ci mettemmo a parlare, e gli feci vedere un book che avevo con sketch e foto e lui mi chiese di andare a dipingere insieme. Di lì a poco avremmo formato una crew chiamata gli L.T.A (Licensed to <span style="font-size: small;">A</span>rt) dove cominciò un sodalizio dove ci scambiavamo idee e cercavamo soluzioni per realizzarle.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Per anni i nostri unici input erano i classici Subway Art e Spraycan <span style="font-size: small;">A</span>rt, Beat <span style="font-size: small;">S</span>treet e Wild Style, e una serie di foto di pezzi che avevo fotografato in Australia<span style="font-size: small;">.</span> <span style="font-size: small;">P</span>oi cominciarono i nostri primi viaggi in Italia dove abbiamo conosciuto altri writer di quella che oggi viene considerata la vecchia scuola Italiana. Nomi come Zart, Damage, Zero, Dayaky, e Grasshopper<span style="font-size: small;">.</span> <span style="font-size: small;">P</span>oter conoscere altre persone che facevano quello che facevamo e scambiare idee a quel tempo era importantissimo per trovare stimoli e crescere. </span> <br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Poi, un giorno del 1989 andando a Ostia da solo vidi una cosa che non avevo mai visto prima, un pezzo di ferro tutto arrugginito, un treno abbandonato con sopra un pezzo! Cosa!?! </span> </div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Non avevo mai visto una cosa del genere dal vivo: di muri belli dipinti ne avevo visti, ma questo aveva le ruote e stava su dei binari! Il solo fatto di averlo visto dal vivo mi fece venire voglia di farne uno. Sul treno c'era scritto "TIME" Banan<span style="font-size: small;">en</span> <span style="font-size: small;">Crew</span>, io per anni avevo pensato che l'avesse dipinto Zebster dalla Germania<span style="font-size: small;">.</span> <span style="font-size: small;">M</span>olti anni dopo glielo chiesi, ma mi disse di no, che non l’aveva fatto lui e che forse era di Can 2. Provai a chiedere anche a lui, ma mi disse che forse l’avevano fatto gli "Steiber Twins” … Insomma, chi è stato ancora non lo so, ma è ufficialmente la prima carrozza che io abbia mai visto dipinta a Roma, fu un primo input, oggi può sembrare scontato prendere degli spray ed andare subito a dipingere un treno, ma a Roma nell’ '89 vi assicuro che non lo era affatto.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Poco dopo, nel 1990 andai per la prima volta a Parigi dove conobbi MC Solaar, che mi portò in giro per Parigi a vedere i pezzi dei Chrome Angelz e molti altri: il livello dei loro lavori era semplicemente assurdo! Ciò che avevo visto e imparato in Australia era stata la mia prima influenza, però vedere Parigi nel ‘90 fu un’esperienza che mi segnò per anni. Penso che la cosa che tutti noi writer in quegli anni ci domandavamo inconsciamente era, anche se non eravamo di New York potevamo creare uno stile e un modo di viverci questa cultura che era nostra e non semplicemente una brutta copia di quello che vedevamo provenire da New York? Bando e Mode 2 insieme a tanti della vecchia scuola francese furono la risposta alla nostra domanda<span style="font-size: small;">.</span> Stalingrad per anni fu in Europa la mecca, le idee uscivano da quel luogo e si diffondevano in tutta Europa. Tuttora come writer sento che sono sempre stato in bilico tra queste due scuole di pensiero, l'approccio <span style="font-size: small;">n</span>ewyorkese con il forte legame con i treni e l'approccio dell'inizio della scuola europea, più legata alla strada e ai muri.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Tornato da Parigi, fomentato dall'esperienza di aver dipinto con writer francesi come Rob e Sen2, e con in mente quel vecchio treno arrugginito che avevo visto pochi mesi prima, un giorno con un mio amico di San Lorenzo andai a rubare qualche Marabu in centro e la sera decisi di entrare nel deposito dello scalo San Lorenzo a cercare un treno. L'unica cosa che trovai fu un merci: ero talmente piccolo e basso al tempo che non riuscivo neanche ad arrivare sopra per fare l'outline! Il pezzo venne un vero schifo, come alla fine il primo treno di praticamente ogni writer al mondo<span style="font-size: small;">.</span> <span style="font-size: small;">S</span>u muro non avevo problemi a dipingere ma questa nuova superficie mi spiazzò. Se cerco di ricordarmi cosa esattamente pensavo quando dipingevo i miei primi treni posso dire che il pensiero più ricorrente al tempo era -"Cazzo sono altissimi! e mo’ come faccio!?" </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Io neanche gli avevo dato importanza, a dire la verità mi sembrava bruttissimo… Pero' a distanza di oltre 2<span style="font-size: small;">0</span> anni mi rendo conto che fu la scintilla che fece scattare a Crash la voglia di fare la metro. Il padre di Crash ci lavorava nel servizio della metro e fu proprio lui a dirci dove si trovavano i depositi, così cominciammo a fare di notte i primi viaggi per vederli.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Una sera a Ostia Lido, mentre io e Dext One facevamo il palo, Crash scavalcò la rete e fece un throw up argento su un treno con scritto PS113. I PS113 erano un’idea del Crash di fare una crew con tutte le persone che dipingevano al tempo a Roma; alla fine aderirono al progetto Fab 137, Breezy G, Coma P, Crash Kid ed io. Quindi ovviamente stiamo parlando sempre di pochissimi elementi. Di lì a poco, nel 1991, una sera siamo andati io Crash Kid, Fab 137 e Breezy G a dipingere i treni al ponte di Magliana, dove di notte lasciavano due treni. Ricordo che siamo arrivati lì e abbiamo discusso se dipingere un pezzo solo con scritto PS113 o fare tutti throw up e tag, diciamo che prevalse la scelta più compulsiva di bombare letteralmente tutto con fat cap e throw up. Questa cosa non venne documentata, uno perchè per assurdo neanche ci sembrava importante fotografare ciò che stavamo facendo e due perchè il giorno dopo io e Crash siamo poi partiti per una jam a Rimini dove poi la sera dopo finimmo in yard con Dayaki e Eron. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Questa è un' altra bella esperienza, nel '91 Dayaki era un writer con un talento e uno stile eccezionale, solo vederlo al lavoro significava imparare tanto, mi ricordo che mi chiese di colorargli un puppet perchè avevamo poco tempo a disposizione e si incazzò perché sbagliai i colori, però alla fine rimediai al mio sbaglio e non la prese poi così male. </span> </div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Io dopo poco avevo finito i miei spray, quindi mentre aspettavo che gli altri finissero, mi misi a fare un bubble letter con scritto LTA su un altro vagone con le bombole di Dayaki; lui poi mi disse “belli questi colori che hai usato” però mi sa che non si era accorto che erano i suoi...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Anni dopo, una sera parlammo poi in amicizia io e Fab 137 con Stand della nostra serata sui treni della lido, lui ovviamente non sapeva che a Magliana ci eravamo stati prima noi ma io a dirla tutta neanche gli davo importanza: i treni sono una cosa che ho cominciato a fare e per assurdo mi sono reso conto che li stavo facendo solo anni dopo, per me erano solo un’altra superficie da dipingere, e forse dal momento che ho cominciato a dipingerli non c'erano altre persone con cui uno si poteva vantare di averli fatti, non mi sembrava neanche una cosa così fuori dal normale o forse anche perché ho sempre visto le cose con giusta dimensione, perché ovvio sono contento di aver cominciato a dipingere i treni così presto, però mi sono anche sempre reso conto che se andavo magari da uno come Part 1 e gli avessi detto “Sai io ho cominciato a dipingere treni nel '90”, lui mi avrebbe detto "bello, però io nel '90 avevo già smesso e ricominciato di graffitare 4 volte..." Insomma, non è che dipingere sui treni l'ho inventato io, quindi c'era poco da montarsi la testa per come la vedevo io.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Per un periodo, ho dovuto anche ridimensionarmi molto e smettere di fare cose illegali, perché nei primi anni ‘90 ho avuto una serie di bevute e processi che mi avevano davvero incasinato e non mi andava più che i miei genitori dovessero pagare multe e avvocati per casini che avevo combinato io. Però purtroppo resistere al richiamo di fare un pezzo su treno è semplicemente tuttora troppo difficile: ognuno ha le sue motivazioni, io ho le mie, però stare di notte in una yard è ancora una sensazione che mi diverte e mi dà emozioni.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Ora finisco qua questo racconto, non vorrei diventare noioso e soprattutto lascio che siano le immagini a parlare, però ciò che posso consigliare ai nuovi writer che si avvicinano a questa cultura è: non siate rigidi nella vostra mentalità, confrontatevi con altri writer, che siano famosi o non, che abbiano stili che sono simili al vostro oppure no, il confronto è sempre importante e serve sempre per trovare stimoli per andare avanti. Personalmente ho avuto la fortuna di poter dipingere con tantissime persone a Roma, tutte davvero con talento da vendere o con la loro personale visione del writing, nomi come le 00199, Maelo, Clown, Stand, Nico, Pane, la 23, SHM, THE, MDF, Mako, Cheecky P, Aeroes Crew, Wak Crew, Beat, Imos, Poison, e la lista per mia fortuna cresce di anno in anno. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Wane mi disse un giorno che quando cominci a dipingere e ti scegli un nome non saprai mai quanto lo porterai avanti e sicuramente io non pensavo nell '86 di trovarmi ancora qua, questo è poco ma sicuro.</span><br />
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<i>I've always been a pretty atypical writer. I think my life experieces have helped create what I am today: I believe each one of us is the result of his experiences and decisions. All that I have created with a spray can over all these years is the outcome of this. I think each writer has the key moments of his path stuck in his mind, such as the experiences that helped him grow, stylistically or mentally, key stages marked by a particular piece, or an encounter with another writer that influenced him simply by exchanging views.</i><br />
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<i>I'll try to remember some of the experiences I had over the years that I feel were important to me and helped me become the writer I am today.</i><br />
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<i>The first years of activity of any writer are the most formative, during which you create a mentality that for better or for worse you'll end up bringing with you for ever. After all, I started painting when I was really young and during a period when there was not even the slightest trace of a Graffiti Writing movement with which to confront myself with. In the end I developed a very personal approach to graffiti writing that was different from New York standards. The rules and attitude that worked for them could absolutely never work for me living in Rome within a context where there were at most 3 or 4 people other than me. Painting for fame in Rome in 1987 or 1988 made absolutely no sense at all. Nobody gave a damn about this culture back then, so the motivations that pushed you to go out and paint had too be </i><i>necessarily </i><i>different.</i><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>Surely, what I've always loved about Graffiti Writing is that I've always considered it an artform with a unique powerfulness and visual impact, obviously when well-executed. It is this relationship that has always been a part of me over the years, and has pushed me to keep painting for a length of time that has surpassed even my own expectations. To listen to stories of escapes from cops, arrests, fame, who's king, or who's wack, is something that sincerely I've never really cared about: I've always been interested in what was being painted, both yesterday as well as <span style="font-size: small;">today</span>. For <span style="font-size: small;">h</span>eaven's sake, I don't mean boring conversations about style, loops, and arrows that make you feel like you're in middle school, but chatting about what you've painted with excitement and zest, and an irony that is characteristic of Rome. The contexts I've found myself painting in over the years, and the crews I've created out of thin air, have had </i></span><i>as a common denominator </i><i>the fact that one had to paint well and it was important to have fun, otherwise it made absolutely no sense to me to even do such things.</i><br />
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<i>I've always seen trains as part of what I do, a way of breathing Graffiti Writing, and moreover not even the only way to do so. You can change and evolve as much as you want, but in my case for example, I will always be a product of the 1980s, it is something I can't escape from! I started painting in 1986 thanks to a friend whose name was Defski, who practically tought me the basics, such as doing an outline, how to structure a piece and whatnot. Graffiti Writing back then was not the product it is today. The attitude of those doing such things was different, maybe more naive, surely more innocent, but for an old romantic dude like me it was just irresistible.</i><br />
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<i>The substantial difference with respect to Graffiti Writing today is that before you simply couldn't open a 'zine or connect to internet in order to get inspired or try to understand how to paint a particular style for example. The only way to learn the basics was to do your homework on the streets and learn from other writers. Thus, you were inevitably the product of your own experiences, and were influenced by the people you met. I'm of Roman descent and have been for generations, but having spent my childhood in Australia brought me to view things differently with respect to, say, a kid that spent his whole life in the San Lorenzo neghborhood. When I came back to Italy to live in 1987 I had already seen a reality that had not even been contemplated here yet. The most important encounter during those years was definitely that with Crash Kid. I remember seeing him dance at Galleria Colonna and we started chatting. I showed him my blackbook with sketches and photos, and he asked me to go paint something together. Shortly thereafter, we formed a crew called LTA (Licensed To Art) which was the beginning of a partnership in which we exchanged ideas and searched for ways to carry them out.</i><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>For years our only influences were Subway Art, Spraycan Art, Beat Street, Wild Style, and a series of photos of pieces I had taken in Australia. We then did our first trips around Italy where we met other writers from what is now known as the Italian Old School. Guys like </i></span><i>Zart, Damage, Zero, Dayaky, and Grasshopper<span style="font-size: small;">. Being able to get to know other people with our same interests and exchanging ideas with them, at the time was extremely important in order to find inspiration and thus be able to grow.</span></i><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>Then, one day in 1989, while going to Ostia by myself, I saw something I had never seen before<span style="font-size: small;">:</span> an old, rusty piece of metal, an abandoned train with a piece on it! What??!</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><i>I had never before seen anything of the sort in person: I had seen many good artworks on walls, but this one had wheels and was si<span style="font-size: small;">t</span>ting on traintracks!! Just the fact of having seen one made me want to do one myself. It was a "Time" piece by the Banan<span style="font-size: small;">en</span> <span style="font-size: small;">Cru</span>, and for years I thought Zebster from Germany had painted it. Many years later I had the opportunity to ask him, but he told me it wasn't him, and that maybe it was done by Can2. I tried asking him as well, but was told it may have been painted by the "Stieber Twins." Anyhow, I still don't know who painted it, but it is officially the first train car I have ever seen painted in Rome, and was my first input as well. Nowadays it may be taken for granted to pick up some cans and go paint a train right off the bat, but in 1989 I can assure you that it was not.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>Shortly thereafter, in 1990, I went to Paris for the first time, where I met MC Solaar, who brought me around the city to see pieces by the Chrome Angelz and others: the level of their works was simply absurd! What I had seen and learned in Australia was my first influence, but seeing what was going on in Paris in 1990 was an experience that left a mark on me for years to come. I think that back then, the one question all us writers were asking was, even though we were not from New York, was it possible for us to create a style and a way of living this culture that was our own, and not just a bad copy of what was forthcoming from New <span style="font-size: small;">Y</span>ork? Bando and Mode 2 together with many of the French Old School guys were the answer to our question. Stalingrad was for years the Mecca in Europe, where ideas were born and disseminated all across Europe. To this day, as a writer, I feel like I've always been <span style="font-size: small;">in equilibrium</span> between these two schools of thought, the New York approach with its strong legacy of train-painting, and the approach of the early European scene, more tied to streets and walls.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>Once back from Paris, and excited about having painted with writers such as Rob and Sen2, and with that old rusty train in mind I had seen only a few months earlier, one day a friend of mine and I decided to go rack some Marabu cans in the center of Rome, and in the evening decided to enter the San Lorenzo depot to look for a train to paint. The only thing we found was a freight train: I was so small and short back then that I couldn't even reach the top of my piece to do the outline! The piece came out really ugly, as probably everyone's first train does. On walls I had no trouble painting, but this new surface really caught me unprepared. Trying to remember what my most frequent thought was while painting my first trains, it definitely must have been, "Shit they're sooo tall! How the hell am I gonna manage it?!"</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>When I showed Crash Kid the photo of the train I painted, it completely excited him to the point where he told me, "Holy shit... you painted a train?!!"</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><i>I had not really given it that much importance, and to be honest it really looked super ugly... But looking back over 20 years later, I realize it was the spark that ignited Crash Kid's desire to paint subways. His father worked for the subway company, and it was he who told us where the depots were. So then we started going out at night just to check them out. </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>One evening at Ostia, while Dext One and I were looking out, Crash Kid climbed over the fence and did a silver "PS113" throwup on a train. PS113 was Crash Kid's idea to form a crew with all the people painting at the time in Rome; in the end the people forming the crew were </i></span><i>Fab 137, Breezy G, Coma P, Crash Kid, and I. So we're talking here of very few individuals. Shortly thereafter, one night in 1991, Crash Kid, Fab 137, Breezy G, and I, went to the Bridge Layup near Magliana station to paint the two trains parked there. I remember we got there and discussed whether to paint just one "PS113" piece or bomb with throwups and tags. Needless to say we decided to bomb everything with fatcaps and throwups. It was never documented, because it didn't seem important to us to photograph what we were doing, and secondly, because the next day Crash Kid and I went to a jam in Rimini where the following evening, we ended up in a yard with Dayaki and Eron.</i><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>This was definitely another experience worth mentioning. <span style="font-size: small;">I</span>n 1991 Dayaki was a writer with an exceptional talent and style, and seeing him at work meant learning a lot. I remember he asked me to fill in a character because time was running low, and he got mad at me for using the wrong colors. In the end I fixed my mistake and he wasn't that mad at me in the end.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><i>Later that night, after having finished my cans and while waiting for the others to finish, I did a bubble letter LTA on another car with Dayaki's paint; he later remarked, "Nice colors you used!" But I don't think he realized I had used his paint... </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>Years later, Fab 137 and I had a chat with Stand about our night at the Lido trains. Obviously he didn't know we had been to the Magliana layup before him, but to be honest, it wasn't even that important to me: trains were something I started doing, and as absurd as it may seem, it was not until years later that I realized what I was doing. They were just another surface for me to paint on, and maybe from the moment I started painting them, there was nobody to brag about having painted one. It didn't seem like something so out of the ordinary to me, or maybe I always put things in the right<span style="font-size: small;"> </span>perspective, because obviously I'm happy to have started painting trains so early on, but I'm also conscious of the fa<span style="font-size: small;">c</span>t that if I went up to guys like Part 1 for example, and said things like, "I started painting trains in 1990," he probably would have responded by saying, "Yeah ok, but by 1990 I had already quit and started painting again 4 times..." </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>I also had to stop painting illegally for a while, because by the beginning of the 90s I had a series of court cases against me that really messed up my life and I didn't want my parents to pay any more fines and lawyers for my mischief.</i></span><br />
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<i>I'm going to end this tale here, I don't want to seem boring, and above all, I want the images to do the talking, so if I could give a few suggestions to new writers approaching this culture, they would be: do not be rigid in your attitude, confront yourselves with other writers, whether they are famous or not, or whether their styles are similar to yours or not, exchanges are always important and necessary to find new inspiration to move forward. Personally, I've had the chance to paint with many people in Rome, all with a lot of talent or their own personal vision. People like 00199, Maelo, Clown, Stand, Nico, Pane, 23 Rec., SHM, THE, MDF, Mako, Cheecky P, Aeroes Crew, Wak Crew, Beat, Imos, Poison, and luckily the list grows year after year. Wane once told me that once you start painting and choose a name, you never fully realize how far you'll take that name, and to be honest, in 1986 I never realized I'd still be here, that's for sure!</i><br />
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XXROMAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671563149605956477noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737399420913507205.post-60594102433183150272014-09-04T00:33:00.002+02:002014-09-04T00:33:44.176+02:00Golden Oldies<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />XXROMAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671563149605956477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737399420913507205.post-4346831349024977452014-08-27T13:49:00.002+02:002014-08-27T13:56:04.895+02:00Veleno invecchiato di 7 anni!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Poison dipinto nel 2007 e fotografato alla stazione di Porta S<span style="font-size: x-small;">.</span> Paolo, e come appare 7 anni dopo, nel Luglio del 2014, fermo a<span style="font-size: x-small;">lla stessa stazione,</span> Linea Lido. <i>Poison painted in 2007 and photographed at<span style="font-size: x-small;"> Porta S<span style="font-size: x-small;">.</span> Paolo</span> station, and how the piece appears 7 years later, in July 2014, parked at <span style="font-size: x-small;">the same</span> station<span style="font-size: x-small;">,</span> Lido Line.</i></span></span></td></tr>
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<br />XXROMAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671563149605956477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737399420913507205.post-89078319461183486992014-08-18T15:38:00.000+02:002014-08-18T15:56:35.008+02:00Chi L'Ha Visto Girare?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Vagone MR.505 della Roma-Lido così come girava dal 1994 circa fino al 1999. Il primo strato vede un end to end Heko (Pane TRV), Cobra (Joe TRV), Milk TFP (Germania), e Bas ETC (Nico TRV) dipinto nel 1994-95 su vagone apparentemente pulito. Forse s'intravede un throwup arancione e outline viola di Rio dalla Germania sotto al Milk?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Sul secondo strato un wholecar Joneeno ZTK, il primo vagone del primo wholetrain sulla metro di Roma dipinto nel 1996. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Il Terzo strato vede l'wholecar in questione coperto da Chen e Been MPG, piu Robin RNS da Milano che s'intravede sulla destra del vagone, 1996. Sotto c'è qualche strato mancante.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Quarto e quinto strato di foto. Mancano degli strati dal 1996 fino al 1998, fino ad arrivare al wholecar One e Jon ZTK prima con i vetri dipinti e successivamente con i vetri puliti.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Sesto strato: Due throwup top to bottom di Sila PAC, 1999. Sotto si vedono i pezzi di Desma K2R e Fire FRC (Konos), e sotto ancora s'intravedono altri strati mancanti.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Settimo e penultimo strato: Fresco (Masito-Colle Der Fomento), Jame PJ, Dest (R.I.P.) e Yes TUW, 1999.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Ottavo ed ultimo strato in nostro possesso: Cek, Pye, Gis, e Zoe NSA. Sui vetri throwup Esor e Fek, 1999. Sotto altri strati mancanti in foto.</span></span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Se qualcuno avesse notizie degli strati mancanti andati persi negli anni, perfavore contattate la redazione o telefonate durante la trasmissione <i>XXROMA-Chi l'ha visto <span style="font-size: small;">girare</span>?</i> in onda tutti i giovedì dalle 18.00 nelle migliori stazioni della metro romana.</span><i><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<br />XXROMAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671563149605956477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737399420913507205.post-45508489889142400462014-08-10T20:08:00.000+02:002019-01-10T21:04:37.843+01:00IPOCRISIA<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">A quanto pare ciò che determina la percezione di un intervento grafico come vandalismo o non-vandalismo è la presenza o meno del denaro.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Vagone MB035 nel 1996, con wholecar nero "BOOM", e così come stà girando in questi giorni con pellicola recante la pubblicità Cinecittà World, 2014.</span></td></tr>
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<br />XXROMAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671563149605956477noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737399420913507205.post-90967806120029282322014-08-10T00:49:00.000+02:002014-08-10T00:50:51.273+02:00Il dono dell'invisibilità.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />XXROMAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671563149605956477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737399420913507205.post-9833828415197352202014-08-08T23:30:00.000+02:002014-08-18T16:25:25.341+02:00Ceci n'est pas une Yom!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />XXROMAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671563149605956477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737399420913507205.post-19678701119820471652014-08-04T03:59:00.001+02:002014-08-04T11:26:15.766+02:00Un Tufo nel Passato<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />XXROMAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671563149605956477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737399420913507205.post-34355181139384099662014-07-19T22:04:00.001+02:002014-07-19T22:13:45.047+02:00Light My Fire<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />XXROMAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671563149605956477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737399420913507205.post-36927996840563349142014-07-18T19:51:00.001+02:002014-07-18T19:51:31.869+02:00H.I.V.ANDALISM<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Vagone della metro A pellicolato con pubblicità del Ministero della Salute sulla prevenzione riguardo l'AIDS: "L'amore si fà in tre." e "Che aspetti a metterlo?"</span></span><br />
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<br />XXROMAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671563149605956477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737399420913507205.post-3853901362072486222014-07-14T09:47:00.001+02:002014-07-14T10:03:13.152+02:00Gues who?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />XXROMAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671563149605956477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737399420913507205.post-6549663262132527542014-07-13T16:39:00.001+02:002014-07-13T16:40:57.567+02:00Treno Per Quel paese!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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XXROMAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671563149605956477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737399420913507205.post-68863639865331059092014-06-30T13:01:00.000+02:002014-06-30T13:01:18.264+02:00Punish the Impure!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />XXROMAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671563149605956477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737399420913507205.post-68435230618380385072014-03-02T11:57:00.000+01:002014-07-21T03:19:51.393+02:00Casilina Express (Kiv TNT)<style type="text/css">P { margin-bottom: 0.08in; }</style>
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Casilina che vanno su e giu dagli anni 50, trasudano la vita e la
memoria delle borgate di Roma. Non c'è linea in città piu carica di
storie, di personaggi da commedia di terz'ordine, di derelitti e
scene tragicomiche. E i trenini corrono al centro di questa antica
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percepire soltanto vedendoli passare sui treni, vivendo le borgate e
la gente che li prende tutti i giorni. Sentirne l'odore e percepirne la
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è in strada, vive nella città e lì si consuma e muore; perchè è
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La ricordo cupa, sporca e degradata, </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ma c'erano un quarto delle macchine in
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Lo ricordo da che ero piccolo, l'odore
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">La prima infanzia fu sprazzi di sole e
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">10 Novembre 1989, il mondo festeggia la caduta del Muro di Berlino e del regime Comunista <span style="font-size: x-small;">nella <span style="font-size: x-small;">Europa</span> dell' Est</span>.</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Gli anni '90 arrivarono con una certa
aria di cambiamento, il mondo usciva dalla <span style="font-size: small;">G</span>uerra <span style="font-size: small;">F</span>redda, Roma
usciva dagli anni '80, dalle bombe e dall'eroina.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Era tutto fresco, c'era un certo
slancio verso il cambiamento e mediamente si credeva che tutto
sarebbe cambiato in meglio. Io già alle medie avevo il vago
sentore di inculata, ma pensavo a divertirmi, per quanto ci riuscissi.
In fondo non mi riconoscevo in nulla di quello che vedevo fare o
credere gli altri; in bisca erano botte; a pallone ero nà pippa, le
ragazzine non mi volevano, le prime canne me le sono fatte a 17 anni.
I miei pomeriggi in strada erano con 4 amici e lo skate. <span style="font-size: small;">L</span>'unico
passatempo che ricordava il senso di libertà.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Le prime foto di pezzi le avevo viste
gi</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">à</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> alle elementari in tv, o su fanze di skateboard, e sulla
Casilina leggevo qua e la da qualche anno Duster, Crok, Scatto,
FCP, Krimz, Seep, Bingo e basta</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">,</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> perche i writers in tutta Roma
saranno stati una cinquantina!</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Krimz FCP (Cina TRV), Linea Casilina, 1994.</span></span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Capivo dalle scritte che l<span style="font-size: small;">ì</span> dietro
c'era un mondo ma non riuscivo a capirne i meccanismi,<span style="font-size: small;"> </span>non conoscendo
nessuno.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Arrivai al liceo artistico di Ripetta
nel '94, che <span style="font-size: small;">all</span>'epoca era pieno di writers<span style="font-size: small;">.</span> <span style="font-size: small;">I</span>n realtà c'erano
gli SHM, qualche TRV, e qualche cane sciolto piu o meno attivo nel
nascente movimento. Tanto bastò comunque per iniziare a schiarirmi
le idee<span style="font-size: small;">,</span> <span style="font-size: small;">e</span> a fare i primi sketch<span style="font-size: small;"> </span>e tag sul foglio.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> E anche tanti altri in quegli anni
iniziavano a schiarirsi le idee e a fare i primi tag, e su tutte le
linee si iniziava a muovere qualcosa.
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Dopo un'anno arrivò la sveglia.
Girando sulla solita Casilina vidi i pezzi della Convention di</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span>Tor bella Monaca, "Quartieri". </span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Adam MT2
(Stand TRV), Rusty ADM (Bologna), Flycat PWD (Milano), Aser (Nico TRV),
Hestro (Sugo TRV), Koma TRV, Lee Fabulous 5 (NYC), Crok (Yess TUW),
Drais (Fonzie ZKM), Shyre (Trota THE), Zac, Dop BZB, Chico (NYC), Ses
(USA). Tor Bella Monaca, 1995.</span></span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ricordo la sensazione netta, profonda e
fisica che stesse avvenendo qualcosa di importante.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Sul treno del casilino iniziavano a
spuntare throw up di Bonze, 23 rec, Koma, Clint, e poi i mega
pezzi Yess TUW </span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Throwup KO di Koma TRV, e sul vagone dopo Seme e Yess TUW. Deposito di Centocelle, 1997.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Manero 23 REC (Kemh) d<span style="font-size: x-small;">ipinto nel 2001,</span> e </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">sul vagone successivo</span> Yess TUW dipinto nel 1997, escono dalla stazione di Graniti nel 2005.<span style="font-size: x-small;"> Linea Casilina.</span></span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Cambio scuola; TNT Crew, comitiva al centro sociale occupato EX SNIA Viscosa, e lì <span style="font-size: small;">i</span>niziano i giochi.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I </span>primi anni di writing furono di
street bombing a rotta de collo, pezzoni per strada, all'ora di cena
senza palo, notti in giro a lasciare tag e throw up. Casilina, <span style="font-size: small;">T</span>uscolana, <span style="font-size: small;">P</span>renestina, e <span style="font-size: small;">T</span>iburtina erano le aree favorite in quegli
anni. E poi in yard di giorno: Tuscolano, Paninaro e Anagnina e
raramente Nuovo Salario. Base alla Snia, obiettivo Roma.
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Puppet di Heko ETC (Pane TRV) e Cromo MT2 (Stand TRV) alla ex SNIA Viscosa, 1993.</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Diventammo una famiglia giocando nella
città e imparando a gestire l'adrenalina,<span style="font-size: small;"> </span>cercando situazioni sempre
più rischiose, imparando a pararci il culo a vicenda, nella fuga o
nella bevuta.
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">A sapere dove guardare e quando,
divenire totalmente presenti e coscienti, essere <span style="font-size: small;">U</span>no con la città
che si muove. Affinare l'intuito, muoversi, e riuscire quasi sempre
a salvarsi dall' arresto.
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Questi sono valori preziosi per la
vita!</span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Kiv TNT. Linea Casilina, 2000.</span></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S1UkvPH-uIU/UxZW-IuZZMI/AAAAAAAAGbg/FjuxqvfqZj4/s1600/demkivs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S1UkvPH-uIU/UxZW-IuZZMI/AAAAAAAAGbg/FjuxqvfqZj4/s1600/demkivs.jpg" height="201" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Dem e Kiv TNT passano sotto l'arco di Porta Maggiore<span style="font-size: x-small;">, dove inizia la Via Casilina<span style="font-size: x-small;">. Linea Casilina,</span></span> <span style="font-size: x-small;">2000</span>.</span></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Sul primo vagone da sinistra Kivs </span>e <span style="font-size: x-small;">Dem</span> TNT dipinti nel 1999, sul vagone successivo Yess e Seme TUW d<span style="font-size: x-small;">ipinti nel 1997, e sul terzo vagone</span> Jon ZTK, Bink e Dem TNT dipinti nel 2000. Il treno è stato fotografato nel 2005, <span style="font-size: x-small;">e</span> ad oggi ancora gi<span style="font-size: x-small;">ra dipinto</span>,<span style="font-size: x-small;"> essendo così</span> forse il treno dipinto e mai pulito più longevo della storia dei graffiti <span style="font-size: x-small;">r</span>omani (17 anni!!!). INCREDIBILE!</span></span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nella ripetizione ossessiva del tag mi
accorgevo che il movimento del segno rifletteva profondamente i
moti interiori della mia anima. C' era una luce particolare in certi
tag che non mi permetteva di staccare lo sguardo.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Quando scrivevo ero piu vicino al
centro di me stesso.
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Tutti noi stavamo insieme e facevamo
questo perche così potevamo essere profondamente</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span>noi stessi, nel segno, nell'identità,
nel nome, nella sfida.</span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Kiv sulla vettura 106<span style="font-size: x-small;"> della line<span style="font-size: x-small;">a Casilina,</span></span> <span style="font-size: x-small;">2000</span>.</span></span></span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Dipinge<span style="font-size: small;">r</span>e era un mezzo, lo scopo era la
libertà. Cambiare la realtà con le mani e la volontà. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">E ritrovare di volta in volta
l'armonia al Centro di S</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">è</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> stessi...</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">A un certo punto non era più un
gioco!</span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Un wholecar Kiv TNT<span style="font-size: x-small;"> e</span> Gis NSA, esce dal deposito di Laurentina. Metro B, 2001.</span></span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Iniziammo a dipingere su tutte le
linee, con particolare attenzione alla zona nostra, e i graffiti
presero completamente la mia vita per qualche anno. Era come una
dipendenza, se non dipingevo da un tot non dormivo, se dormivo
sognavo i treni.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Eravamo entrati in un “quadro”
del videogioco in cui non c'era più niente che non fosse possibile.
Aumentavano i rischi ma aumentava anche il livello di coscienza del
sistema.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Era sempre più facile spaccare e
sempre piu difficile essere presi! Potevi essere ovunque, e conoscere
ogni anfratto sopra o sottoterra. Avvenivano incontri strani,
guardie che ci seguivano sotto scuola, fughe assolutamente
inspiegabili e mille altre storie...</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">L'intuito cresceva, diventava sesto
senso e cresceva la sensazione che una mano invisibile guidasse
ogni gesto.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">La Rivelazione arrivò puntuale, una
notte, fra i treni di Centocelle.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Finito il pezzo mi fermai per un
attimo dentro, fra i trash-train, a studiarmi le mosse della guardia e
godermi il panorama. C'era la luna piena, il cielo stellato, e solo un
faro in tutto il deposito.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Dall'alto della yard, si vedevano
macchine sfrecciare tra la Casilina e <span style="font-size: small;">V</span>iale Palmiro<span style="font-size: small;"> </span>Togliatti, anonime e
senza direzione.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Io ero li che mi riguardavo il pezzo e
non riuscivo a smettere di guardare, mi appagava piu del solito senza
un perchè.
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Alzando lo sguardo distrattamente vidi, oltre la rete, le finestre dell' appartamento in cui ero nato. Non ci
vivevo piu da 15 anni ma mi sentii a casa. Tra quei trenini ant<span style="font-size: small;">i</span>chi,<span style="font-size: small;"> </span>cadenti e malinconici come gli odori della mia infanzia. Mi rividi
ragazzino li dietro quella finestra e ricordai in un momento tutte le
volte che avevo visto quelle carrozze da lassù, quando ancora non
c'era la rete.
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Pim ZTK e Yess TUW nel deposito di Centocelle, 1999.</span></span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Riguardai il mio nome sul treno, era
come se fosse scritto li da sempre... Era destino e verità! </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Rimasi li un tempo indefinito, certo
di essere al sicuro. Ero al posto giusto, al centro del mondo!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>The old messed-up trains that have been running up and down the Casilina since the 1950's, exude the life and memories of Rome's suburbs. There is no line in the city that is as heavily laden down with stories, characters out of a third-rate comedy, derelicts, and tragicomic scenes. These trains run right down the middle of this ancient road, right under everyone's eyes.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>The energy of graffiti can only be perceived by seeing these trains passing by, living the suburbs and the people that ride them every day, smelling their odour and absorbing the life they express. Graffiti must express Truth. Style comes later.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Why this is, is not a rational explanation. The essence is in the streets, lives in the city, and gets consumed and dies there; because it is the art of life! </i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>I peeked out into the world in the winter of 1980, on the second floor of a building in the Centocelle neighborhood.</i></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Thirty meters from the Casilina line yard.</i></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>My recollection of these trains is easily lost among the foggy memories of my childhood days.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>The tram used to go all the way to Piazza dei Mirti, and the S.E.R.T. (rehab for junkies) featured in the film "Amore Tossico" ("Junkie Love") was still there, right in front of the bus terminal, and the buses were still green back then.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Rome in the 80's was a completely different city. I remember it being gloomy, dirty, and run-down, but there were just a fraction of the cars on the streets.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>The train depot didn't even have a fence around it back then.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>When it rained, the smell of the trains would pervade the whole neighborhood.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>I can remember the smell of the yard ever since I was a little kid, but back then <span style="font-size: small;">I</span> had no idea of the importance it would have acquired later on.</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>My childhood was a hustle and bustle of happiness and sadness.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>The 90's came around with a certain atmosphere of change, the world was just coming out of the Cold War, and Rome was just coming out of the 80's, the bombs, and heroin.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Everything was fresh, there was a certain momentum for change, and in general it was believed that things would actually change for the better. Already in middle school, I had this vague feeling that shit was just gonna stay the way it was, but all I thought about was having fun as much as possible. I basically didn't identify with anything that others around m<span style="font-size: small;">e</span> d<span style="font-size: small;">id</span> or believ<span style="font-size: small;">ed</span> in; at the <span style="font-size: small;">arcade</span> room I was bullied, I sucked at soccer, girls didn't want me, and I smoked my first joint when I was 17. I'd share my afternoons on the street with my 4 friends and my skateboard, which was the only past-time that embodied a real sense of freedom.</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>I saw the first photos of graffiti on TV, or on skate-zines when I was in elementary school. I had been reading some names for quite some time<span style="font-size: small;"> now,</span> here and there on the Casilina: Duster, Crok, Scatto, FCP, Krimz, Seep, Bingo, and that's pretty much it, because there probably were at most 50 writers in the whole city!</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">F</span>rom looking at these names I figured out that there was a whole world revolving around<span style="font-size: small;"> </span>them, but I couldn't figure out the <span style="font-size: small;">real deal</span> since I didn't know anybody who wrote.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>I started going to the Ripetta Art School in 1994, which at the time was full of writers. The SHM crew, a couple TRV's as well, and some other dudes that were more or less active in the growing movement. This was enough to clear my mind, and I started doing my first tags. Slowly, things started picking up momentum on all the lines.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>After a year or so, I got a wake-up call. Travelling down the Casilina I saw the walls painted in Tor Bella Monaca at the "Quartieri" Jam.</i></span></span><br />
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TRV), Rusty ADM (Bologna), Flycat PWD (Milano), Aser (Nico TRV), Hestro
(Sugo TRV), Koma TRV, Lee Fabulous 5 (NYC), Crok (Yess TUW), Drais
(Fonzie ZKM), Shyre (Trota THE), Zac, Dop BZB, Chico (NYC), Ses (USA).
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>I remember that deep, distinct, physical feeling that something big was going on. I started seeing throwups running on the Casilina trains by Bonze, 23 Rec, Koma, Clint, and also Yess TUW's awesome pieces.</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>After changing school, I started hanging out at the EX SNIA Viscosa occupied squat with the TNT crew, and that's when things really got going for me.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>The first few years I was just doing street bombing full-time, doing big pieces on the street around dinner time without lookouts, and doing tags and throwups all night long. Casilina, Tucolana, Prenestina, and Tiburtina were my favorite stomping grounds back then. We also painted yards during the daytime: Tuscolano, Paninaro, Anagnina, and Nuovo Salario once in a while. Our HQ was the SNIA, our goal was the entire city of Rome.</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>We became a family, playing in the city and learning to deal with adrenaline, finding ourselves <span style="font-size: small;">in</span> more and more dangerous situations, and learning to look out for each other in the craziest situations.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>We learned where and when to look, becoming completely present and conscious, learning to be One with the bustling city. We honed our intuition, learned how to move around and not get arrested.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>These are important values to learn in life! </i></span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Starting on the left on the first car Kivs and Dem TNT painted in 1999, on the second car Jon ZTK, Bink and Dem TNT painted in 2000, and on the third car Yess and Seme TUW painted in 1997. It was photographed in 2005 on the Pantano bridge, but this train is still running painted in 2014, making it probably the longest running painted and never cleaned train in the history of Roman graffiti (17 years!!!).</span> INCREDIBLE!</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Through the obsessive repetition of my tag I began to realize that the movement of the sign deeply reflected the interior movement of my soul. There was a distinctive light emanating from certain tags preventing me from taking my eyes off of them.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Whenever I wrote my name, I would feel closer to the center of myself.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>We were together and wrote together so we could be ourselves more profoundly, through the sign, the identity, the name, and the challenge.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Writing our names was the means; our goal was freedom. Being able to change reality with our hands and our will-power, and finding harmony time after time in the center of One's Self...</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>At a certain point it stopped being a game!</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>We started painting on all the lines, with particular focus on our area, and writing graffiti took up my whole life for some years. It was like an addiction. If I didn't paint for a while I couldn't sleep at night, and if I did manag<span style="font-size: small;">e</span> to fall asleep, I would dream trains.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>We had reached a "stage" of the video-game where nothing was impossible. The risk was growing bigger but so was our awareness of the system.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>It became constantly easier to rock our names and ever so difficult for us to get caught! Anywhere we were, we knew every little corner, above ground as well as below. Strange encounters, crazy cops <span style="font-size: small;">follow</span>ing us all the way <span style="font-size: small;">to</span> school, absolutely inexplicable escapes, and thousands of crazy stories...</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Our intuition was growing and developing into a sixth sense, at the same time we had the feeling that an invisible hand was guiding our every action.</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>The Revelation came promptly one night, among the Centocelle trains.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>After finishing my piece, I stopped among the trash-trains for a moment to study the guard's movements and enjoy the view. There was a full-moon, a starry sky, and only one lamppost in the whole depot.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>From the top of the elevated yard I could see cars zipping by between the Casilina and Viale Palmiro Togliatti, anonymous and directionless.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>I was standing there staring at my piece, and just couldn't stop looking at it. For some reason it fulfilled me more than usual.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Raising my head, I distractedly saw, beyond the fence, the windows of the apartment building where I was born. I hadn't lived there for 15 years but I still felt at home among those trains, ancient, decrepit, and melancholy like the smells from my childhood. I saw myself as a kid behind that window looking down, and immediately all those times that I had watched those trains from above came to mind, when the fence was still to be built.</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>I looked down at my name written on the train, and it felt as if it had been there forever... It was Destiny and Truth! </i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>I remained there for who knows how long, certain I was in safe hands. I was in the right place, at the center of the universe!</i></span><br />
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XXROMAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671563149605956477noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737399420913507205.post-74452633070983610702014-01-21T19:36:00.004+01:002014-01-21T19:36:54.787+01:00Rap U.V. interviewFrench website LECTRICS <a href="http://www.lectrics.fr/">http://www.lectrics.fr/</a> just published an interview with RAP U.V. from Paris, who over the years has done a huge amount of damage on the Roman metro system.<br />
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<br />XXROMAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671563149605956477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737399420913507205.post-25193309187756127542014-01-18T17:46:00.000+01:002014-01-18T17:46:32.911+01:00S & J<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />XXROMAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671563149605956477noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737399420913507205.post-75858141361263115252013-12-16T10:12:00.000+01:002013-12-16T10:12:54.945+01:00Vola alto...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />XXROMAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11671563149605956477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737399420913507205.post-32268983561582557762013-11-12T16:26:00.000+01:002013-11-12T16:26:45.191+01:00Très Chic!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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