One thing all major cities are plagued with, is graffiti. Some of it is acceptable, some distasteful. Berlin on the other hand, especially in the aftermath of the fall of the wall, especially East Berlin, became a huge blank canvas.
Old flats and old buildings became colourful and emblazoned with messages virtually overnight. Railway viaducts, bridges and even rolling stock became colourful and in some cases changed into fantasy objects in 3D.
One building became famous for having it’s window frames painted thicker, mis-shaped and offset, making it look like a set from a Flintstones film.
I like graffiti so long as it’s on old dilapidated buildings, railway bridges, tunnels and factories and especially any building that really shouldn’t ever have been built. You know the sort, those 1970s prefab concrete pebble-dashed multi storey car parks and town halls. Virtually every provincial town in the 1960s and 1970s had new town halls built to compliment the old stone built ones. And they were crap.
Ours in Sheffield inherited the title “the Egg Box” because that’s what it looked like from the outside. We could have done with some of those Ossie graffiti artists in Sheffield to brighten the place up. Sheffield had never been a beige and grey city until the beige and grey planners arrived with their beige and grey, concrete and pebbledash ideas. It’s stainless & glass now but the sides are invariably the cheapest concrete available. I was brought up watching black and white television but when colour TV arrived, the cities and towns remained black and white and grey.
These pictures are of graffiti in Berlin.