Here's a round-up of a few pieces of street art that have popped up around the neighborhood recently, with quality ranging from world-class to wack.
First is the above wheatpaste, sent in to us by Haighteration reader "G." While in France recently, G. met a prominent street artist named Claire, whose work featuring lovers in varying states of embrace can be found throughout Paris. Claire told G. that her dream was to have her work displayed in NYC and SF, so G. brought one of her pieces home to the Lower Haight and pasted it on the side of, appropriately, Cafe du Soleil. Meanwhile, Twitter user @davitydave spotted a giant orange cat face at the Duboce/Noe Muni shelter. The artist of that one has chosen to remain anonymous, understandably. Finally, we spotted this iconic, darker-than-we-remember plumber over on a Tumblr account called LastRenaissance. Mario is hanging out on the Laguna side of the "Love in the Lower Haight" mural. The caption on the Tumblr post reads: 'black mario in sfs lower haight newly appointed "wack street art mural district."' Wack? Maybe. But this is the kind of wackness we can appreciate. (The orange cat, however, we could do without.)
First is the above wheatpaste, sent in to us by Haighteration reader "G." While in France recently, G. met a prominent street artist named Claire, whose work featuring lovers in varying states of embrace can be found throughout Paris. Claire told G. that her dream was to have her work displayed in NYC and SF, so G. brought one of her pieces home to the Lower Haight and pasted it on the side of, appropriately, Cafe du Soleil. Meanwhile, Twitter user @davitydave spotted a giant orange cat face at the Duboce/Noe Muni shelter. The artist of that one has chosen to remain anonymous, understandably. Finally, we spotted this iconic, darker-than-we-remember plumber over on a Tumblr account called LastRenaissance. Mario is hanging out on the Laguna side of the "Love in the Lower Haight" mural. The caption on the Tumblr post reads: 'black mario in sfs lower haight newly appointed "wack street art mural district."' Wack? Maybe. But this is the kind of wackness we can appreciate. (The orange cat, however, we could do without.)
