This week, I would like to introduce my stenciling-enthusiast friend who is best known as The Face. When he is not slinking around with his Leica M6, he enjoys painting his face on shit he’s not supposed to paint it on.
I recently followed and filmed his escapades as he scaled rooftops and crept into abandoned bombed-out warehouses just to add a few more layers of paint to Brooklyn's strata of decay. He strikes sporadically and likes to both subtly and explicitly reference social issues within his work (though I am not sure exactly what they are, but he assures me they’re in there). But what I do know is that the reason I like it so much is because it harks back to the origins of NYC graffiti.
One of the sketchiest places I followed The Face into was the Batcave, an old coal-powered plant that some time ago was deemed an ecological burden to its surrounding Brooklyn environment. It is also probably the main reason the Gowanus Canal is so disgusting. A bunch of squatters used to live inside of what is now the plant’s abandoned warehouse and left of a ton of cool shit behind for instigators like us to discover.