I’m going to do something a little different today. I love piecing together articles on street art wherever I can. It’s a great way to get to know a place! I had a hunch that Portland was going to have some really cool street art, but to my surprise and slight disappointment, I didn’t find quite the density of murals that I would have needed to merit a full article.
However, as I walked around the city, I began to notice that nearly half of all public surfaces that I walked past—be they street signs, telephone poles, or brick walls—were absolutely PLASTERED in stickers. And I’m not talking about some garden-variety smiley face stickers. Each of these was custom-made, artistic, and—for the most part—completely outrageous. Seriously, viewer discretion is advised. This collection of stickers would make my childhood pastor WEEP!
I couldn’t help but start hunting for them everywhere I went. By the time I left PDX, I had a hilariously large collection of these photos. So get ready for 200+ ridiculous stickers.
There ya go! Normally, this is where I would provide a list crediting every artist that I was able to track down. Usually, I am doing this via the signatures or social media tags represented in each mural. However, in this case, I didn’t really see any of those. That’s how indie Portland is. Pretty much ALL of these stickers are completely unbranded. 😂
Nevertheless, I would still love to be able to credit as many of the artists responsible for these stickers as I can. So, if you have any information about who is responsible for all of the craziness above, please send me a message!
As raunchy as some of these stickers are, I do want to emphasize how much I really do appreciate them. Because much the same as the murals I usually cover, these stickers turn Portland into something of an open-air museum. Instead of art being vacuum sealed into a sterile museum environment, you get to see it in its true context.
Portland is notable, first and foremost, for its weirdness. And these sticker artists fucking delivered.
Although none of these stickers made me laugh quite as hard as this one I found in Minneapolis the next month.
We’re going to finish this 2-article series on Portland strong with the obvious choice. You may recognize this song from the Portlandia intro. It’s honestly such a fitting song for that show and this place.
We’re not done in Oregon though! Up next we’ll be driving eastward, over the Cascade mountain range, up to the high deserts of Oregon where we will spend some time exploring Bend and trekking the Sisters wilderness. Get your hopes up!
Columbus hasn’t historically been quite so colorful as it is today, but now that this is beginning to change, it feels natural. It feels like an actualization of the identity Columbus has always had. Some of the murals you will see in this article have been around long enough to attain “landmark status” in Columbus, but most of them are new… ish.
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.
Tucked away in almost the exact center of the Smoky Mountains, this city an artsy, crunchy, progressive safe-haven, full of art galleries, beer breweries, wilderness exploration outfitters, and organic grocery stores. It’s pretty much the dream! Many people who come here do so as a stop-over before excursions into Great Smoky Mountains National Park, but the city itself is becoming a destination in its own rite. Cue our visit.
Something like 90% of all tobacco in Cuba comes from the Pinar del Río province, and Viñales is the cultural center of this province. That means that, if you have ever had the pleasure of smoking a Cuban cigar, this is (probably) where it came from. But Viñales has a lot more to offer than just agriculture; it's also a UNESCO World Heritage site, as well as a national park in Cuba.
During one of my rainy days in Sa Pa, one of the hostel workers told me about an organization that had just been initiated that allowed foreigners the chance to have a question and answer session with former Viet Cong soldiers, and interact with children who were growing up with disabilities caused by Agent Orange. I was beyond excited to hear that such an organization existed. This was going to be the real deal.
This place is DENSE with street art. I have a ton to show you, and I didn’t even get all of it. I mean, I doubt that I ever get 100% of this stuff, but I at least try to exhaust everything that I am aware of. But I have never knowingly left so much on the table as I did in Denver. There were lots of incredible murals that I saw out the window of a car, or when I didn’t have my camera with me, and I was never able to circle back to capture them. So as much as I have for you, this does not NEARLY cover it.