I’ve gotten to the point with these street art features that I plan my trips around them. If I can get a day to myself, I’m gonna wander around with my camera all day until I find 100 murals I love. And I’m not just doing it “for the ‘gram” anymore! Seriously, these days of wandering are often what makes me feel like I have gotten to know a city at all. That is especially true for a place like Los Angeles.
In a city where most of the time spent between two points is in the back of an Uber, staring at your phone, walking the streets isn’t exactly “normal.” This is a car city. So going through the exercise of walking 10 miles in day, exploring this city street by street, looking in nooks and crannies for murals, poking around small businesses—this can really give you a feel for the DNA of Los Angeles. Of course, whatever I’ve managed to see so far is just a drop in the bucket! But it’s exposed me to a lot. And it helped me internalize the map of this city, so that I started to be able to find my way around without a map.
The majority of the murals below come from the Arts District, Silver Lake, and Beverly Blvd (roughly Rampart Village/Historic Filipinotown). However, to get to all these places, I traversed lots of different pieces of the city, including time spent in Little Tokyo, Chinatown, Central LA, Downtown, and Skid Row 😬. If you don’t know why I just used that emoji, Skid Row is infamous for being the epicenter for homelessness in Los Angeles, serving kind of the same role that the Tenderloin does for San Francisco.
Sidebar: The homeless situation in LA is crazy. There are literally tents set up in every alley and under every overpass. In making the counter-cultural decision to see LA on foot, I walked through and past a lot of these campsites. I hope it doesn’t sound uncool to admit that it made me feel uncomfortable, like a zombie arm was going to spring through the flaps of a tent and grab my ankle. It was a bit dystopian, but I don’t want to over-hype the issue. People always point to homeless when they want to hate on California, but I don’t think that’s totally fair. I think it must be at least 50% because of the weather. I mean seriously, can you think of any better place to be homeless than Southern California? For all the homeless people freezing their asses off in Chicago, how hard can it be to get a greyhound bus ticket?
Anyway, unsurprisingly, Los Angeles had some INCREDIBLE murals. The Arts District was especially amazing. I had a really good time exploring this area. But to elevate this above any particular area of the city, this day in general shed light on elements of LA that were not top-of-mind for me prior. Seeing all this diversity, art, culture, history, and food casually flow through the veins of this city as people went about their day-to-day lives—all against the backdrop of palm trees, gentle dry heat, and surprisingly temperate weather—was very cool. I don’t know if I’m yet sold on the idea of potentially ever living here… but I wouldn’t rule it out.
So here’s a substantial but statistically insignificant sampler of the murals of Los Angeles! Next time I’m back in this city, I’ll need to go do this again in a different area, so you can consider this to be “volume 1.”
How about these murals? Aren’t they freaking INCREDIBLE?! I mean, some of these really took my breath away. How about those women in the kimonos? That one really stopped me in my tracks. Or how about the man with the Pacific-Islander face tattoos? Or that incredible portrait of artist Ed Ruscha (the old white guy) at the bottom? Or that iconic image of Kobe Bryant at the top?
I did my best to track down all of the artists behind these murals, but haven’t been able to figure all of them out, so here’s an incomplete list of credits. If you are reading this and happen to identify one of the muralists I’ve missed, please let me know! I’d love to be able to give them credit, for whatever it’s worth.
ISKAR (@1skr)
Honor One (@honor719)
Jay Kaes (@jaycaes)
Dytch66 (@dytch66)
Michael Batchelor (@dynamickart)
DUCE ONE (@ducexone)
moncho1929 (@moncho1929)
David Puck (@davidpuckartist)
Dourone (@dourone)
Trasher (@trasheer)
downtowndaniel (@downtowndaniel)
Kent Twitchell (@kenttwitchell)
Braga last1 (@braga_last_one)
ALi (@alex_ali_gonzalez)
Ten Hundred (@tenhun)
Sept (@septerhed)
Mike (?) (@tewsr)
Binho Ribeiro (@binho3m)
sigosago (@sigosago)
Che (@vivacheman)
_syntek_ (@_syntek_)
D A K A R A I ® (@dk1994)
Max Toropov (@maxthirteen)
Nychos (@rabbiteyemovement_official)
For now, it’s time to say goodbye to the city of angels, but I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before I’m back here. I’m looking forward to the next time I have a free day in Los Angeles so I can get back out there and compile volume 2 of street art! For now, I’ll leave you with one of my favorite LA-based (music) artists…
I could talk about the history of San Francisco for ages, but this article is about what has been happening much more recently. Historically, the Mission had been home to a large part of SF’s Chicano/Latino population, but starting as early as the late 1960s, the LBGTQ community began to play a much more defining role in the neighborhood’s identity. You are probably already familiar with San Francisco’s reputation for being the gay capital of the U.S., but what you might not know is that much of this reputation was built right here in the Mission.
However, by the late 1970s, the Mission had become a much more multidimensional haven for fringe culture. It actually developed a thriving punk rock scene, and helped produced such bands as the Dead Kennedys, Jawbreaker, Rancid, and Green Day! Even today, you’ll see remnants of this scene walking around the streets of the Mission with colorful mohawks and studded belts.
Are you a "glass half full" or a "glass half empty" kind of person?
I think that your opinion on Sicily will pretty much answer that question for you. I like to think of myself as somebody who is able to look on the bright side of things, and to me, Sicily was beautiful. However, it was definitely also quite gritty. Today, we’re going to take a deep dive into all that garbage and graffiti and browse though some of my favorite examples of Sicilian street art.
I think that most people who visit Malta arrive suffering from an information deficit, because one of the first tourist attractions any local will tell you to see is a 45 minute movie explaining things. Indeed, at first glance, the Maltese capital city, Valletta, will leave you incredulous. I think that everybody who lives there knows that it requires some explanation. All that I kept thinking when I first arrived was "How did this place come to be and how do I know so little about it?" Well the movie answers those questions, and more. But for now, you'll just have to hear it from me!
To finish this series on Algeria, we're going to dive headfirst into the legendary Casbah of Algiers. This is the oldest neighborhood in Algiers, and many locals would also say that it's the most dangerous. In fact, the vast majority of locals that we asked about it told us that they themselves would not walk through this neighborhood alone. Yikes!
Now, if you've been following this series on Algiers/Algeria, you know that I've been preaching about how unexpectedly safe Algiers turned out to be. So it might seem odd that I'm now telling you about a place that is supposedly so dangerous. Well let me kick this off with a spoiler for you: the Casbah isn't so bad.
It was another 20 or 30 minutes through the canyon before we finally saw Turtuk off in the distance. As we approached, the canyon grew wider ahead of us, and we saw a small collection of trees. It wasn't long before we were in the middle of those trees, and I was taken completely by surprise by what we found. Tucked away in such a remote part of the Himalayas, Turtuk was like a lot like Shangri-La. Despite its harsh, rugged surroundings, this village was a little slice of heaven.
Anyway, on the morning of my first day in Mexico City, a friend and I were taking an Uber across the city to get to the bus station, when I started to see bits and pieces of murals tucked away down alleyways, behind cars, over fences, etc. We were clearly passing through some sort of cluster, so I quickly grabbed my phone and dropped a pin on the map. Come hell or high water, I was going to come back to this spot with my camera.
The gallery that follows contains murals from all over Mexico City that we walked past as some point the week we spent there, but probably 50% of them come from that dropped pin on the map. And probably 75% of what are my favorites in this lot come from that dropped pin on the map.