Becoming an adult is a complex and sometimes painful process. Terrified by this transition, some people stay in a halfway stage before youth’s tranquility and carelessness vanish forever. I decided to tell the story of this suspended state through several communities of young graffiti writers that I followed for two years in Europe and Argentina, who have found the perfect tool to evade adulthood. Graffiti lets them linger in a limbo of myths, legends and heroic deeds.
They are drawn to the appeal of being an outlaw, the obstacles, and the theatricality of their targets. This is the story of their escape and to a certain extent also about mine.
Live poultry laughter.
Oh how we wish this was a real thing. We’re picturing a fever dream scenario of a stadium full of half-plucked chickens laughing endlessly at their encroaching fate.
The AP’s Sergey Ponomarev captures the infamous “Fist Crushing a U.S. Fighter Plane Sculpture,” now covered in graffiti and rebels, from inside Gaddafi’s main compound in Bab Al-Aziziya.