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Eric Felisbret is no longer the young man who painted illegal graffiti. Now, in pictures and words, he records the work of his generation and a new one. More Photos >
Eric Felisbret stood by a chain-link fence, watching three men spraying graffiti on a backyard wall in Upper Manhattan. One man smiled and invited him over.
“You can go around the corner and when you see a sign for a seamstress, go in the alley,” the man said. “Or you can jump the fence, like we did.”
Mr. Felisbret, 46, chose the long way. Not that he is unused to fence-jumping. In the 1970s, that was one of his skills as a budding graffiti writer who stole into subway yards. Using the nom de graf DEAL, he was part of the Crazy Inside Artists, a legendary crew from East New York, Brooklyn. This time, though, instead of wielding a spray can, he pulled out a camera and took a quick snapshot of the artwork, done with the landlord’s permission.
“It’s really retro,” he said. “Look inside the 3D letters, how he added all those spots.”…Read More

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About the Author
Jack Stewart, a painter, muralist, and art historian, first began to photograph graffiti as it made its transition from the streets to the subways. He was one of the first observers to understand the power and significance of tags, and he befriended and interviewed many of the writers who appear in this collection. This text is based on Stewart’s doctoral thesis, and has been curated and edited by his wife, Regina Stewart.
To many New Yorkers in their twenties, the word graffiti is one that evokes nostalgia more than any other emotion. So, being one such New Yorker, hip-hop fan, and—let’s hope the NYPDvandal squad doesn’t read Campus Progress—a former dabbler in graffiti writing, it was with great interest that I picked up Graffiti Lives: Beyond the Tag in New York’s Urban Undergroundby Gregory Snyder, a sociologist and anthropologist at Baruch College in New York City.
Snyder’s thesis is that New York graffiti remains a constantly growing and improving art form and subculture. This is an underwhelming argument upon which to hang an entire book. Snyder writes in an essentially reportorial, albeit heavy on the first-person, narrative tone. The book is mostly a primer on graffiti with a little social science thrown in. In the end, Graffiti Lives ranks far below graffiti staples like Henry Chalfant’s Subway Art and Spraycan Art. With its flawed social science, dated anecdotes, and refusal to delve into where graffiti stands today, Snyder’s argument is nothing more than a fan’s panting praise of the art.
Snyder’s social science theories about graffiti are mostly obvious statements to anyone familiar with even the vaguest contours of graffiti culture. For instance, Snyder devotes a chapter to supporting his “suggestion” that “Graffiti writers can create a career path out of their subculture experiences.” This has been old news since the breakthrough, circa 1980, of Jean-Michel Basquiat, who was tagging the outside of buildings in SoHo before his paintings were mounted on their interiors.
For a fan of graffiti, Snyder came to it relatively late in life, discovering it as a young adult living in New York City in the 1990s. (Most graffiti writers and fans start around the age of fourteen.) He relates the details of his first encounters with graffiti artists, whom he approaches with the trepidation and excitement of a colonial explorer discovering an aboriginal tribe, in painstaking detail. Here’s a representative sample:
On a rainy November afternoon in Midtown Manhattan, Tim walked up to me at the Donnell Library, took off his headphones and shook my hand. In that handshake I felt a confidence I hadn’t yet known, and when our eyes met I saw my friend in a whole new light. The person I knew before as Tim had changed into VERT, the graffiti writer. At that moment I also changed, from a man whose identity as a graduate student was grounded in independence and knowledge to an ignorant neophyte stepping into a strange, new world.
Snyder’s buoyant take on graffiti’s vibrancy is perhaps just a subset of the book’s overall flaw; it is completely uncritical. Not only does Snyder proclaim its health as art, but he is a total defender of graffiti as social force. Snyder engages with some criticisms of graffiti, but he shows no willingness to concede any of their merit.
In fact, even some graffiti writers will acknowledge that graffiti is a corrosive social force in many ways. It does, after all, involve the vandalizing of someone else’s property, be it public or private. If you write graffiti, someone is going to have to clean up after your mess. That’s why, as one of them named PSOUP tells Snyder, “Writers talk all the time that they won’t write graffiti on churches, on private property, on people’s houses.”
Snyder, because he admires graffiti’s visual qualities and rejects its alleged harmful influence on society, would presumably argue that no one needs to clean it up anyway. But Snyder does not even acknowledge that some people may simply not share his pleasure in seeing teenagers’ nicknames in bright colors and funky letters and may not want them on the side of their van or store.
Many criminologists believe that a community filled with graffiti experiences a sense of social disorder that encourages criminal behavior. This is known as the “Broken Windows” theory. Snyder addresses this criminological argument but dispatches it with too much haste. Snyder’s only evidence is that one wealthy neighborhood in Lower Manhattan, SoHo, has more graffiti and less violent crime than Prospect Heights, a more diverse neighborhood in Brooklyn. Case closed, Snyder declares; there is no link between the prevalence of graffiti and serious crime.
Snyder doesn’t even pause to consider the possibility that SoHo is an exception and not the rule. The neighborhood’s unique status as a former artist enclave of such wealth and pedestrian vitality makes it uniquely suited to having both a lot of graffiti and very little crime. SoHo is perfectly positioned to be an exception to Broken Windows theory.
Snyder isn’t making an apples-to-apples comparison. He could have looked at the crime rates in two neighborhoods with comparable demographics but differing levels of graffiti, or two different cities with identical demographics, or the subway system before and after graffiti was removed to more accurately compare crime. The discussion of whether graffiti does, in fact, help perpetuate a culture of more serious crime is one to which a social scientist studying graffiti could make a real contribution. But Snyder makes no effort to find anything other than the evidence he wants.
Snyder does a much better job on the straightforward description of graffiti culture. Graffiti is, of course, related to other aspects of hip-hop culture. In the 1970s and ‘80s New York City saw the development of graffiti alongside break-dancing, MCing (better known these days as “rapping”), and DJing. Like graffiti, students of their history will tell you that all these elements are generally on the wane. Break dancing may continue to exist in the popular consciousness as a cute, dated practice, DJing has been largely supplanted by “producing” in mainstream hip-hop, and while there may be more self-described rappers than ever, many long-time hip-hop fans will tell you that the heyday of great rhyming is over.
Graffiti predates the emergence of hip-hop, having first been found in Philadelphia in the late 1960s. Or perhaps, as KRS-ONE argues in “Out for Fame,” the greatest song ever written about graffiti, it was invented by the ancient Egyptians, “Writing on the walls mixing characters with letters, to tell the graphic story about their life.”
Graffiti Lives could have addressed graffiti’s current vitality by engaging with the naysayers who have been proclaiming its death in 1989, when the Metropolitan Transit Authority announced the last graffiti-covered subway car was running, or Rudy Giuliani’s 1990s war on “quality of life crimes.” But a factor that complicates Snyder’s assessment is that he did much of his research prior to 2000, so his photos and anecdotes are dated. REVS andAMAZE were, indeed, doing great work in the late 1990s. But researching graffiti giants from the ‘90s doesn’t tell you much about graffiti’s status today. Snyder’s discussion of graffiti magazines devotes much space to discussing defunct print publications, and less than a page to the Internet.
But, as Snyder recounts, graffiti was always a bit distinct from the rest of hip-hop culture. Although it was embraced, developed, and disseminated primarily by young people of color in New York City in the 1970s, in conjunction with hip-hop, not all graffiti writers are, or ever were, non-white or hip-hop fans. Punk rock kids wrote graffiti. Latinos and whites were among the most important graffiti writers back in the 1980s. Writers are judged solely by where they get ups and the quality of their work. As Snyder writes, “white kids writing graffiti should not be construed as an act of cultural thievery or imitation; it is not the same as white kids playing the blues or rapping.”
Most writers start when they are teenagers and for them it is usually part of their immersion in a youth subculture. Snyder sees graffiti instead so much on its own terms that he sometimes misses the proper context. For instance he refers to “a graffiti collective, which writers call a ‘crew.’” Crews in New York are often cliques that have plenty of members who do not write graffiti and some that do. You cannot truly understand New York graffiti unless you attempt to understand the whole pastiche of New York’s unique youth cultures. For an academic who had did not know graffiti even existed until he moved to New York, that would have been a tall order, and not necessarily the most valuable application of his academic training.
So rather than attempting that, I wish that Snyder had devoted some space and energy to seriously examining questions he should have tackled: Can graffiti be harnessed as a force for social change? Do political pieces likethis one awaken the minds of the disengaged? Did the “No More Prisons” campaign, which dispatched writers with stencils and spray cans to raise awareness of incarceration rates, have any impact? That could be the subject of a fascinating sociological study for a popular audience. The social justice, sociological, and artistic arguments about graffiti remain untouched, or even much embellished by, Graffiti Lives.
Ben Adler is a staff writer at Politico, an urban leaders fellow at The Next American City, and former editor of Campus Progress.
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MENOS
We first became interested in MENOS after he went All
City. He was hitting all over the place but didn’t
dabble with the Subway. He was a street bomber and
also did a lot of Amtrak, Metro North, and Long Island
Railroad. We had a lot of connections with cops
covering those trains and they were constantly calling
us to ask, “Hey, you know who this guy is?” We saw
that he was getting big and decided to find out who
the hell he was. He was another one that was hard to
find because he had no permanent residence and was out
there bouncing around.
After several months we caught a break at a graffiti
exhibition in lower Manhattan. I was on the roof of a
three-story brownstone with binoculars. It was a
beautiful night. Half of them were gathered outside,
just hanging out, flipping through their photos, the
usual. Then one of the guys pulled out a can of spray
paint and tagged the sidewalk. When several spectators
moved out of the way I could read the tag: MENOS.
I called down on the radio and gave them a
description. Turned out MENOS was with FREE 5 and OVAL
and a couple of other guys from the KGK crew. Then
MENOS started walking towards FREE 5’s van like he was
going to leave, so I ran down the stairs in case my
guys on the street didn’t grab him. As I was coming
down, I radioed to them, “There’s a guy videotaping
the whole thing. Get the tape! Get the guy with the
camcorder. We want to talk to him.” When I got down,
MENOS was cuffed but the van and the guy with the
camcorder were gone. But they did grab OVAL for
slapping stickers on a mailbox down the block as he
walked away from the party.

“Hey, you’re Joe Blow! How you doing?” MENOS said. “I
ain’t telling you shit!”
“Don’t worry about it,” I told him. “We’re going to
lock you up again. Trust me, we’re going to get you.”
As soon as he got out, he was tagging all over the
City again. He was everywhere and he didn’t stop.
Several uniform cops locked him up for hitting trucks
in a parking lot down by the Williamsburg Bridge. He
had a camera on him. I got a Search Warrant for the
camera, developed the film, and there were pictures of
MENOS bombing all over the City alongside other
vandals. With the evidence to charge him in Brooklyn,
the Bronx, and Manhattan, we gave MENOS the grand tour
of the New York City Booking facilities.
When he was arrested, he didn’t make bail and was sent
to Rikers Island. I talked to the DA’s office in each
borough where he had open complaints, and had the ADAs
draw up a “take out order.” It’s like a menu: we’d
fill out some paperwork, and take the guy out of jail.
Wearing his orange suit and his little yellow
sneakers, MENOS was brought in for charges in each
borough. I did this three times in three different
boroughs. He was in for a good three months. When he
saw us show up with the take-out order in our hand, he
got depressed. After our third visit, he said, “I
really don’t like you guys. One was okay. One was
pretty funny. But now I can’t take it anymore.”
“Hey listen,” I told him, “We can’t find you. You
don’t go to court when you’re supposed to. You’re out
there bombing and you don’t care. What else am I going
to do? I told you we would get you!”
A couple of weeks later we got a call from the CSX
Police Department in Florida, which covers the CSX
freight trains throughout the country. A few Officers
arrested three individuals for spray painting and
conducted a Search Warrant in Florida where they
recovered this tape. It had footage of MENOS spray
painting in New York City. The next day, there was a
FedEx guy at the door of the Vandal Squad office
handing us the freakin’ tape. MENOS was still being
held at Rikers pending trial, which gave us time to
track down complaints. Once again, we re-arrested him
at Rikers. I heard he got a few months and never ran
into MENOS again.