Bibo, a new gastro restaurant in Hong Kong is offering diners the chance to experience safe street art housed in a fabrication of an abandoned French tram station. The interior of the restaurant is decorated, jam packed, tagged… however, you want to put it, with the work of renowned street artists Banksy, JR, Vhils, Daniel Arsham, Invader, amongst others.
Bibo was born from a collaboration between design agency Substance and a mysterious project coordinator known only as Bibo.
Their tagline ‘offering diners a new way to experience art while giving creatives a chance to showcase their work like never before’, sounds pretty interesting, but the execution looks pretty kitsch to me.
The excitement in witnessing the works of artists like D*Face and Invader is stumbling onto them in the wild, so to speak – not crammed on the wall next to my table or being the backdrop for my waitress as she hauls over overpriced entrees on a tray.
Maxime Dautresme, creative director of Substance, says, “We wanted to connect the decade, street art and gastronomy. Street artists often begin their careers spray-painting trains and trams. They also like to occupy disused heritage buildings and construction sites. They express themselves by layering their art on surfaces with a history.”
I’m not saying that people won’t enjoy this experience, but I quietly wonder if street art themed restaurants make this form of art seem like a fad. I suppose I’ll let it go unless I hear about a gift shop full of trinkets you wander through on your way out.
About an hour ago, Banksy posted a video of his time in Gaza on his Instagram account. ‘Make this the year YOU discover a new destination’ is set up like a travel channel ad, laced with a hip – makes you want to be there right now – soundtrack. Every vacation sale, well-written one-liner that pops on screen is quickly doused with real ‘wake up’ stats on Gaza living.
This comes after this single shot on Instagram earlier today of Banksy’s latest protest.
The piece entitled “Bomb Damage” is located in Gaza, Palestine. Inspired by a sculpture of Niobe, a Greek mythological figure, a symbol of mourning, a bereaved mother, weeping for the loss of her children. It is said that after Apollo slaughtered her seven sons and Artemis killed her seven daughters, Niobe was so stricken with grief that she fled to Mount Sipylus where she turned to stone.
Three other new pieces were also revealed to be peppered around Gaza.
Along with quotes that were enclosed with the images of the stenciled pieces:
Gaza is often described as ‘the world’s largest open air prison’ because no-one is allowed to enter or leave. But that seems a bit unfair to prisons – they don’t have their electricity and drinking water cut off randomly almost everyday. — Banksy
A local man came up and said ‘Please – what does this mean?’ I explained I wanted to highlight the destruction in Gaza by posting photos on my website – but on the internet people only look at pictures of kittens. — Banksy
While everyone raved on about Banksys’ NYC residency, I’d taken up following French Street Artist, Levalet. My friends keep sending me snapshots of his work around Paris, since then I’ve been finding his treasures through his website and from his followers on Instagram. His black & white wheat pastes are fresh and playful – interacting with their surroundings in a way that continues to amuse me the way Banksy did in the past.
Bansky’s newest work is a fiberglass replica of Ronald McDonald having his shoes shined by a real live boy standing in the South Bronx. According to the BANKSNY SITE, the sculpture, Shoe Shine will move outside a different McDonalds everyday at lunchtime for the next week.
According to the Gothamist the sculpture is near 839 Westchester Avenue. – ALSO CHECK THEM OUT FOR UPDATED IN AND BRAND NEW PICS.
Don’t forget to listen to the audio guide for the piecehere.
From Tim Hutton's red barn in Patterson, NY., on the throwback metro north it is an hour and twenty minutes to Grand Central. From Lyn and Sam Schwab's refined, high brow, blow your mind collection on the upper west, it is the F train straight down to my bare bones studio 6th + Spring. From LAFCO's warehouse where I nail canvas into the concrete walls and borrow house paint it is 3011 miles to Los Angeles, California.
The subway fare is $2.50 a pop and I hadn't sold in weeks so was entering through the exit, kissing MTAngels every time. My converse high tops are wrapped in gorilla tape and covered in paint. On the night train back to Hutton's rocking slightly and hearing Hendrix, I wondered why I haven't quit yet. Looking down at a hand-me-down blackberry making sure it wasn't impossible to hit the connecting train the red light blinked slow:
August 24, 2012
“Dana I believe in you as an artist.”
Flea. The king of my heart that night would days later pay my way back to the City of Angeles. It was time, once again to hustle up some good and raise coin for his music school. My duty and privilege. Silverlake Conservatory of Music (no 'the' same as no 'the' before Red Hot Chili Peppers) is the home I never had and the family I'll always fight for. Founded in 2001 by Flea and his not by blood brother Tree, SCM as we've tagged it facilitates basic music education at a low-cost for the youth of Los Angeles. If a child cannot afford to study, they receive a scholarship and an instrument. Period. Walk in the door at 3920 Sunset Boulevard and you'll be cold clocked by LOVE.
The dream is big. To purchase a neighboring building on Hollywood Blvd expanding the Conservatory's breadth and locking in its' permanence. Truth be told, when its all said and done the project will run close to 10 million bucks. Sitting in the 8am sun at Cora's in Santa Monica, Flea, Anthony and I all heard Steve Bing when he said with his trademark fast certainty- "...buy the building, raise the funds later....people need to see first." He is right.
On October 16, 2012, Flea turned 50 years young and wiser. Red Hot Chili Peppers and Rancid performed acoustic sets the quality of which blew my mind. Read the Rolling Stone piece for the music exactness of it all, that isn’t my speak. Ben Harper responded to a ‘will you surprise flea + sing please ben’ text with an instant “yes”. We tried like hell to sneak attack our bass player, but alas night of Flea walked smack into Ben with his guitar in hand coming up the steep driveway. Nonetheless, ‘Hallelujah’ graced that lit up back yard with enough heart to break evil’s back. Three scholarship students performed with enough formal chops to open for rock stars.
Massive white art walls were erected by our beloved and brilliant friend Gareth Kantner whose vision matches his fire without fail. Takashi Murakami sent a portrait of Flea in a Fort Knox tight crate plastered with Japanese anime ‘fragile stickers’. The notoriously meticulous artist used Gus Van Sant’s photo of Flea clad in a ‘fuck you I don’t care about you’ tee as a floating foreground played over trademark pop daisies painted in platinum dust. Take it to the bank.
Before leaving NYC, I picked up 2 pieces from Raymond Pettibon’s studio on White Street, where a basketball hoop is installed along one wall and messy, chopped up genius is everywhere. 11th hour, day of the gig Flea declared, “hey Dana… Banksy’s sending work”. Not long after, a stunning pixie cut UK beauty appeared with a driller rat. It would sell to UFC president Dana White for $111,000.00. Matt Monahan’s wall sculpture balanced the strength of twisted iron with the fragility of gold leaf and just ached with beauty. Lara Schnitger’s cobalt fabric and bleach canvas entitled ‘Lick My Legs’ god smacked viewers with in your face honesty- imagine getting a french kiss and a black eye at the same time. Sterling Ruby’s ‘Vampire’ provoked, brightened and floated effortlessly- not everyone got it, not everyone will.
Shepard Fairey's Bad Brain's redo was our eastside punk wink hanging alongside Patti Smith's photograph of Flea. Patti's work regardless of medium- fluid, poetic brilliance. Ed Ruscha's oversized limited edition, 'On The Road' (courtesy of Gagosian Gallery) carried the weight of Kerouac's words and went home with Owen Wilson. Owen's old boy cattle dog Garcia made my night with his hustler nonchalance. Damien Hirst's 2 bass guitars crossed the pond and sold high, each housed in rock hard, high shine cases splattered with matching pallets. He also managed to deliver a massive spot painting to Flea's back door as a birthday gift without blowing it.
Cold War Kid's Matt Maust, printed up a work so fine that Tony Hawk beat out the competition (what else is new) with the winning bid. Sage Vaughn rained his butterflies down in steady pastels but if you look closely they will back hand you. Douglas Kirkland's John Lennon portrait sourced by powerhouse beauty Susan Wiesner stared back, Lennon's prophetic eyes full of his brave peace dare; "war is over if we want it". LA institution Gary Leonard donated not one but two photographs- one a portrait of Vin Scully holding a bobble head baring his likeness with a rainbow swooping across dodger field. Josh Klinghoffer (RHCP) loaded this and the Pettibon ballplayer into his truck just after midnight.
The 12ft x 20ft invitation art Flea commissioned sold for 25k….wonder if the buyer knew I bought the canvas tarp and blood red exterior house paint from the Tractor + Feed Supply joint in Patterson and FedEx’d it to California.
No one fell in the pool.
We raised close to $650,000.00 in a matter of hours.
Drops fill buckets and music unites.
I'm back on the C train covered in paint.
Silverlake Conservatory of Music I love you.