the underwear drawer

this american lie

So you know how there are ads down in the subway station? Well, there are. Usually there is a series of, like six ads that sort of repeat along the wall as you walk down the platform. There is the standard graffiti, of course--off-color observations scrawled in Sharpie, drawing penises on people and the like, very Perez Hilton--but there has been this one sort of ingenious graffiti artist who has been working around my neighborhood lately. I don't even know that I'd call it graffiti, because he (she?) doesn't really write on anything. What it looks like he does is use a razor blade to cut away part of one ad, and then to transpose that cutout onto another, identical ad. For example, a few weeks ago, there was a wall of ads for the movie "Leatherheads," that olden-timey George Clooney football film. Well, for that poster, he cut out a bunch of John Krasinski heads from other ads in the station, and pasted them all up on this one ad, so it looked like there were a half dozen John Krasinskis all lined up next to each other in football uniforms. Pretty funny.




It looks like he has since moved on to political commentary, however.