internet killed the graffiti star. its an easy to understand that seeing 20 flicks of fills and a little bit of the surrounding wall doesn't convey anything about a spot, whereas in the before-times you would only see a tucked ass tag if you stood exactly where he did when he caught it and when you saw a fill you also saw the two fences he hopped, the busy ass street, and the yuppy on his balcony. with the 12 oz shit people just need to keep in mind that they're not e-benching the nw theyre looking at pictures of (ideally) dope shit done by someone you may or may not know at a spot you may or not recognize.
my bad on the essay. smoke hash drink loke.
*not claiming to have been writing in the times alot of you refer to, just before internet bullshit got so out of hand