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Suburban Mystery

October 15, 2009
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Funny thing happened on the way to the mall.

Well not ha ha funny.

But you know, something ‘unique’ happens, something out of the ordinary and you just get all these little thoughts sparking in your head and you know you just wouldn’t get them for no real reason at all…yeah, well if that makes sense, then so will this..

I was roller skating down the street when I saw something on the ground. Natch, I braked before it, intending to bend down and pick up the silver object on the sidewalk.

Only a guy, in front of me, coming from the opposite direction, whom I think I may have momentarily startled by my sudden breaking, right in front of him, did it for me.

We stood separated by about four inches of space.

The startled surprise look swept over and off his face and he looked down, at first, I thought at my groover-licious new skates, (have to wear them in a bit) and then I realized he’d seen the same small object of shiny joy on the sidewalk that I had. I think only, maybe he thought I’d dropped it in my sudden haste to break before it.

Funny how you can stop on a dime when you know how to. Ha ha.

He reached down and picked up the well and truly flattened coin. He held it out before himself, between us in his flat open palmed hand. We both looked at it. Wasn’t a dime. It was a quarter.

What’s that saying? Find a penny pick it up, all day long you’ll have good luck.

He looked from the quarter to me and nodded his head, moving his hand further towards me. He hadn’t said a word at this stage. Then again, neither had I. I smiled at him thinking what a nice guy, he wants to give me what by finders rights, should be his luck for the day.

Besides, judging by his smell (mostly of the stinky uncleaned human variety) and slightly rough, unkempt attire, I’d say he could’ve done with the quarter more than me.

I nodded my head at him, and looked from the coin to him again. He smiled back at me and I picked up the coin from him.

He nodded his brunette head again, quietly, still not saying a word and he moved to the right, I moved to the left and we went around each other. Back on our way to wherever the other one wasn’t going.

I turned in a semi circle to skate backwards briefly, looking back at my silent citizen, when I noticed the back of his jacket. I swear my mouth dropped open.

It had a wolfman design on it.

Like the T-shirt I’d bought awhile ago at the Noho flea market.

I skated back towards him, because curiosity had a grip on me. It’s a bit of suburban mystery this wolfman thing (Fast becoming my obsession)

You see, this wolfman design in New York, it’s not terribly common and yet it just pops up at different places and something about it makes you notice it. Well, I keep noticing it, out of all the street art around. It’s like I now have this uncanny ability to spot this wolfman design whenever I’m out amongst any busy wall of grafitti. Probably cause my mind goes looking for it!


This got me thinking, I mean, I think I’ve only ever seen it, in areas populated or frequented by werewolves. I don’t know that any of my friends have seen it firsthand. I mean, I know people who’ve talked about the wolfman and the mythos around who might be doing this graffiti art and why. I remember hearing conversations about it, but it’s like I’m the only person I know out of my circle of friends who’s actually seen this design. Or is that just because I pay more attention to my surrounds than my fellow packmates?

So is the wolfman symbol a friendly, yet silent bit of advice to Nons?
A warning of what to look out for?
Or just art?
Someone building a neighbourhood name for themselves?
Someone trying to do some sort of “viral”promo for that movie that’s due out soon of..yeah, you guessed it..The Wolfman. Studios would try for that street cred. Hmmm…

This design looked like the one on my t-shirt.
Actually it looked exactly like stencil street art. Like an earlier version of my t-shirt because it was all monochrome in white. But you could still make out exactly what it was an image of. No signature, no tag, no name or writing on it.

You know, like someone has cut out a stencil of the wolfman, walked up behind this poor dude, who lets be honest, looked a little homeless, and spray painted it on the back of his only jacket.

Just as my silent good luck buddy was about to turn around, I stopped and sped back off the way I’d been heading. I mean what was I going to do? Freak out the nice homeless guy who’d given me the lucky coin? Cause I was curious over some vandalism on his jacket. That maybe he didn’t even know was on the back of his jacket, or maybe he did and it didn’t bother him.

He’d probably think I was mugging him for the jacket! Because I was already roller-stalking him!


Suburban myth revisisted

July 8, 2009
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Noho market find

Noho market find

Here’s a pic of the Noho market T-shirt I was talking about…

Suburban myth

July 4, 2009
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I was at the Noho market looking at stuff.

Don’t you love old stuff, going through bric-a-brac. Trying to figure who had it and why they bought it or would even want it?

I do. It’s a romantically hopeless little fantasy game I play with myself when I’m cruising the flea markets by myself.

I found a t-shirt.

From a stall that was selling a lot of vintage clothes, stuff from the seventies and eighties.  But the t-shirt I found, buried in a hamper of $5 bargains was new.  At least, it doesn’t look like it’s been worn or washed. No rips or tears. I mean it looks like it could be brand new without any tags or label on it.  It’s grey and it has New York, written across the top of it in large white letters and in the middle of the T-shirt, was a print of The Wolf-Man.

You know, like the “monster “depicted in the old Hammer monster films from the forties or fifties.  Basically a poor man’s cheap version of a were-wolf.  Very cheesy.

Underneath the picture was the words suburban, underground.

The lady who sold me the T-shirt, said she didn’t remember that one, being there when she put her stall together, but I just paid her my five bucks and took the shirt.  I bought it for a reason.

I’ve seen this image before.

The same image.

Rumor has it, that there is some artist in New York who prints this on walls, buildings, lane ways. That kind of thing.    But nobody knows who this artist is. But it’s putting a lot of noses out of joint. And no, that isn’t a shifting joke.  Some of the packs, believe this street artist, is a New York native who has had some kind of run in, with….well, all that is suburban and supposedly underground around NYC.  There’s even talk, that it’s someone’s way of bringing attention to what’s right before suburban society’s eyes. Trying to make people AWARE.  There’s also another rumor that says it’s a vampire playing a joke on us all. Ha! That the vampire has taken slight against “others” being in it’s neighborhood and culling it’s feeding ground.

Vampires, as if they’re real!  They’re just the type of bogey-man, that will scare impressionable young minds when they need to put into line.  I should know, worked on me more than once when I was a kid.  My big brother Aksel used to scare the crap out of me with stories about Vampires when he was stuck baby-sitting me.  Re-telling me stories our father apparently told him.

I seriously doubt our dad would ever try and scare a kid with the tales Aksel filled my head with. Ever.

Some people say, that this artist is also some hideously deformed wolf—man monster itself. Who’s trying to get back at those who cursed him. Others believe, that it’s actually the artist themselves in the picture with prosthetics and make-up on. I think that’s the weakest rumor of them all.  In other words, nobody knows who started this wolf-man New York image. But it keeps appearing all over New York.

More likely this someone trying to be the new “Banksy.” Or something.

I’m keeping the tee-shirt.

Never know, it might be worth something one day

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