Just Because We’re So Totally Street, Not To Mention Gradually Losing Touch With Reality

We started reading Lunar Park this weekend. Thirty-six hours later, help. We were fine with rounds one through four, but it’s started fucking with our reality a bit. Autobiography is one thing. Ellis-ography another. And we’re not even going to touch hagiography. Which is why we turned to the interwebs for a little solace. Something we could trust. Because Ellis is starting to freak. us. out. A street art photoblog, Streetsy, (via coolhunting) seemed like the perfect medicine. The realness quotient: photography? check. Street? check. Blog? double check.

We just bought ourselves ten minutes.