Have you ever become so enamoured which you find you being consumed by it? Each time you leave the home. No, I’m not speaking about my heroin problem; speaking about that doesn’t go over well. This is about my Buenos Aires road art problem.
I first encountered my drug of choice to the streets of Rio de Janeiro. Among the hustle and bustle of the second largest town of Brazil there’s what some would call an underbelly, yet something I matter ought to be celebrated and promoted. Each time I left the door of my Santa Teresa flat I was placed in its intoxicating existence.
Fast forward. I came Buenos Aires, in Argentina capital. Before arriving that the Buenos Aires street art street art landscape had been world class, I had heard. I had been later spending the summer back home in the road art, ready for the next repair free confines of Calgary, Canada.
However, I lived in the squeaky clean, white-washed wealthy neighbourhood of Recoleta, the first two weeks. Although road art is adopted in Buenos Aires, the class here have not quite caught on to the fashion. This left me thinking as I thought that the town might not be too large of a hotspot.
Then things changed.
First I went into some street art festival, known as The Meeting of Styles. It had some artists all working, and the city’s finest . It included every thing which goes with the art scene, break dance, skateboarding, and groups. It was a festival, together with some ingenious pieces of street art.
After going to the festival, I knew that I needed to select a”Buenos Aires Street Art Tour” here so as to observe some more of their very best. This is where I met Matt, the owner extraordinaire on the BsAs scene. He took me, and a few other people on a tour to a few of the greatest sites which were safely available from town (some amazing stuff is created in less than awesome neighbourhoods.)
Once the tour ended, he invited me into an all girls street art festival in one of those”less than amazing” parts of town. I had nothing else going on this day, so why not go to the hood to receive my repair? We took the subway, and a train, along with a bull’in mad cab (literally the driver has been nuts,) to get into the days festivities. Once there Matt had been greeted with everybody, and we made our rounds using a look at the creations by these ladies.
When most travelers have been spending their time searching for museums, restaurants, bars, parks, and tourist sites, I am searching for my next fix. I can not get enough of street art also this town keeps attracting it. There is a festival almost every weekend and there is internationally renowned artists arriving on a regular basis. The road art scene from Buenos Aires is in the same realm as the heavyweights of all Bogota, London, Berlin, Sao Paolo, New York, along with Rio. How do I know? I’ve seen, and shot photographs in half of these cities — this past year. I’m going to continue following my drug to another repair. Contrary to other medications, however, her beauty keeps getting better.
Post by Brice Peressini, the Trading Voyageur.
He and I met with in London at the World Travel Market. Follow him.