I’ve always loved spray snow. Call it instant-seasonalness, or climate in a can. Here it is sprayed onto a pub windows in a way that simultaneously conjours the ghosts of Dickensian christmas’ and low grade graffiti (perhaps the decorative equivalent of Run DMCs ‘Christmas in Hollis’ – heres a sample lyric: ‘The rhymes you hear are the rhymes of Darryl’s/But each and every year we bust Christmas carrols’). Note the great use of the fan extract as the counter of the ‘e’.
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