Abandoned Bridgestone Preston

Half of Melbourne has likely funnelled past the old empty Bridgestone shop. Cars race along the east-west connect of Bell st to avoid notorious peak hour traffic jams. Much has changed in 10 years as the shop lays silent, stagnant and empty. Trains fly through the sky and their stations float along the Mernda line after the city wide level crossing removal. Public housing of Heidelberg West was flattened to make way for a major housing re-development project. The old Conga Foods building is a distant memory and now home to Bunnings, with its newfound fame of hosting a Peking Duk rave. The concrete and gravel pit of the new North-east link looks like some sort of post-apocalyptic dystopian future. Whatever the future holds inevitably change will be a part of it. Demolition, construction, production and so called progress. 

Prix, AFP crew, always pushing style boundaries and keeping it fresh in the process.

Props to the prolific Cola and World appearing on a rooftop in a city near you

 

West side abandoned

 

Fresh throw-ups from Preston

The best throw-ups are often just the outline without fill. 

 

Skinny throwie Prix-Aerosol Freak Patrol crew. One of Melbourne's finest.

Poisonous gases present, Carbon Dioxide 426ppm

 

back street & graffiti art from Fairfield

Alex Grils artist from Blue Mountains dominating the walls of this street in Fairfield. Futuristic and sci fi inspired figures appear as these imposing figures observing by-standers and travelling pedestrians. Almost like they know something we don't about tomorrow's world. Curled up and armored ready for the intensity and propensity of the enduring situation. Or maybe just a head in the clouds drowning and giving the final salute to whatever we knew as true. This is where street art should live in the niche alongside graffiti. where lettering and imagery sits side by side in complementing each other. 

Iconic Banksia. This plant has inspired many artists including Celia Rosser.

 

Brunswick boarded with throw-ups

Psychedelic throw-ups in Brunswick. Mixing up the conventional colours.  

Toilet walls

Ever fallen down the back of cubicle? Found yourself lost and embossed on the toilet walls. That's the story of anyone that ever walked into a pub, bar or club with chisel texta. Getting up, under the cover and privacy. Taking the piss, pissed off or don't piss in my pocket and tell me its raining. Welcome to Melbourne where the grime still seeps out the edges despite the best attempts to contain it.