I'm a big fan of street art. I genuinely thrill to splashy, colorful and inventive graffiti so long as it's legitimately eye-catching and innovative. But I have no time for the bullshit chicken-scratch that has more to do with juvenile territory-marking than it does with any form of subversive guerilla art. As such I was depressed to learn that a group of ignorant young slackjaws recently tagged up the interior of Bethesda Terrace in the heart of Central Park. In a just world, these kids would be tied down and forcibly made to ingest their own spray-paint like a garish rainbow of toxic respiratory failure. Don't fuck with my Central Park.
The underside of Bethesda Terrace as I captured it in 1997.
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