Missed Connection

You Were Illegally Walking In MacArthur Park - m4m - 27

Date: 2005-12-19, 8:09PM PST

It was late, late at night, and I was flying my chopper over the Rampart division, with me and and my partner KY out on the lookout for Eddie "The Hand" Escobar, whom we were informed had resumed narcotics actities in the area, despite being actively sought by no less than 6 jurisdictions for felonies from money laundering to 187s to you name it, he's done it. There you were, way down there, looking like a an insect, a sexy freaking beatle or something, and you had the balls to violate the Muni code by engaging in unlawful egress on public property, but what the hell, that kinda thing is small beans, and besides, it really turns me on. Now maybe it was your walk, or maybe it was your ass, or maybe it was the way you adjusted your package as you surveiled the aquatic fauna, but you've gotten under my skin, and now all I can think about is taking you back to my loft, letting you handle my nightstick, and showing you the real meaning of an "undercover operation."

And yes, there will be breakfast. Honey toast, or maybe a farmer's omelet.

Krylon's Last Stand

A friend sent in this picture from his camera phone of the LACMA parking garage today, doomsday for the lot-to-be-no-more (see post below). He characterized the lot he had to sneak into as a "grafitti pit." But the efforts of the spray painters, taggers, poster boys and girls was "beautiful. It was beautiful. Everyone should see this." Evidently every inch of the lot was covered save for the McGee and Kilgallen commisioned pieces. Notice in the picture (above) the graffiti on the left and McGee's work on the right. New and old. And both, likely, demolished by now.

This week saw some lovely media/blog chatter on this subject:

>>The LA Times ran an Op-Ed by Tyler Green Monday. (heads up from LA.comfidential's post on the matter monday as well).

>> And art.blogging.la has summarized a two part post by LA Citybeat art editor Natalie Nichols wherein she chronicles the demise. In part two Nichols describes textually what is represented in the picture below. In this case, a picture is worth 79 words.