Stop with the angel wing photos / Instagram is not a hobby
In a couple trendy neighborhoods in LA, the sensible are affronted by a mix of terribly cheesy street art: corny murals. Like the one across from Cafe Gratitude reminding us to “Kiss the one you love every chance you get,” which makes me want to scratch my face off.
There are also stenciled statements spray painted on the sidewalk like “No Money No Honey,” reminding us that even our public spaces don’t belong to us, but rather to the idiots who feel privileged enough to forcibly honor us with their “art.”
But the angel wings. Oh, the angel wings. They are a genre unto themselves.
Even more pointless than the other murals, they mean absolutely nothing, perhaps less than nothing. They are a negative value. A vacuum of creativity and inspiration.
