Living/working in Williamsburg, you can't help but be aware of graffiti. Murals, tags, throw ups, stencils. (Point of admission, I am not a fan at all of taggers. And I swear if I ever meet you Curtis, I'm hauling you in for the $350 to replace my shop gate! I digress....). Just walking around the shop hood feels like an open air gallery, (including the mural above by R.Robots on N. 3rd and Bedford). So it was in this new appreciation of the art that I friended Banksy. But I'm getting ahead of myself...
