http://www.doobybrain.com/2010/02/09/review-broken-windows-graffiti-nyc-by-james-t-karla-l-murray/
I can’t believe people nowadays how they all buy their paint. Back in the days of moving steel, if you bought your paint other writers would consider you a sucker. And they would be the first ones stealing it from you. In the 1980’s, I was out in San Francisco with some writers who were talking amongst themselves on how they found this store that had clover green paint and they couldn’t wait to the end of the week to have money to go to the store and buy this paint. That was my first time of finding out that writers were buying their paint and I looked at them and said, “What do you mean you’re buying your paint”. I mean 20 cans on a whole top to bottom in Rustoleum to do a whole car, you’re talking $100 worth of paint. Who the hell had $100 to buy paint and besides you just didn’t do it. I mean everything down to the film you used was racked. At that time, you even had the free mail-away packs at the supermarket where you would rack the film along with the free mail-away and get it developed for nothing too. We racked everything. An old time writer even wrote an article about how when you went to go get lunch, you didn’t buy lunch. This is what it was all about back then, you know you’re hanging out with four guys… And you’d decide who’s in charge of racking the Italian bread and who’s in charge of racking the salami, cheese and ham and who’s in charge of the mayonnaise and the mustard and sodas. Then when you came out of the store, you all got together on the bench across the street, pulled everything out, laid it out and made your sandwiches while watching the trains go by and snapping your pictures. Today the world of buying paint, I still can’t get over it because where I was from it was a LAW. In the graffiti world, it was a law that you did not buy your paint. {SEEN interview in BROKEN WINDOWS
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