Thursday, July 22, 2010

On the Walls

Let's see this as a short walk in the strange world of graffiti. I took all these pictures last June, within minutes, in the city center.Red Brigades graffiti, LivornoI hope the star of the “Brigate Rosse” (Red Brigades) is a joke, even if a very bad one.Let's hope that the crisis gets worse! graffiti, LivornoThis one says: “Let's hope that the crisis gets worse”.Shit! graffiti, LivornoThe last one is quite laconic and even (badly) dated: “Shit!”.

17 comments:

Luis Gomez said...

Great walk VP. Thanks for the info on the Red Brigades, very interesting.

Jacob said...

Weird! You've got as many loonies in Livorno as we do here!

joo said...

They always annoy me, especially when appear out of the blue on newly renowated places!

Gunn said...

I will look out for some in Norwegian....
Here they are very often written in English....

Francisca said...

I think we talked about graffiti before. This kind does not amuse me! Makes for a nice photo collage, though. :-)

Steffe said...

Annoying is a good word here.

B SQUARED said...

They all seem to have such beautiful outlooks on live.

Hilda said...

Sigh. I don't mind street art, but these can't be called art by any stretch of the imagination.

JM said...

You will not have any trouble finding the word at the bottom on portuguese walls as it is exactly the same and it seems to be a vandal's favourite!

Birdman said...

Graffiti when artistic is one thing, but this is crap... merda!! Ha!

Halcyon said...

Odd graffiti. I also hope the RB is not serious.

Lois said...

An interesting series!

Kaori said...

Hmm, I'm going to have to remember the last one. haha :D

tapirgal said...

You somehow made this stupid graffiti enjoyable with your nicely done pix and commentary.

Dina said...

I wouldn't like to meet these graffiti in a dark alley.

Tinsie said...

Such happy sentiments :-p

Rob and Mandy said...

About the first one... Let bad memories remain bad memories. I'll never forget the 2nd of august 1980, waiting for a train in Bologna. I had spent the night sleeping rough in a garden outside the station, was in the ticket hall. Bad memories.