Dearling NYC-folk,

May I humbly recommend waiting in the absurdly long line to view mysterypants-british-street-artist Banksy’s “Village Pet Store and Charcoal Grill” on 7th avenue between Bleeker and W.4th. It puts the ‘bing’ back in disturbing, or something. whatever. go see it because it’s only here until halloween (yay ephermal!).

For ye who liveth in elsewhere, I took some video:

(yes that is a swimming fish stick)

learn more about banksy if you like.

Many thanks to the batsheva-dear (and her brother) for sharing with me the clever photo-tourism of michael hughes, because, really now, how have I missed this? it’s right up my alley.* Here’s an article about him on the Daily Mail (UK).

*I do not currently have an alley.  Though I would glad accept any alley, street or avenue donations - but god HELP you should you try to give me a boulevard. yuck.

yes, the rumors are indeed true: I am the sheriff of Lametown, USA and I have been missing for some time now. But! canada was ridiculously rad, and I have returned to you refreshed and re-bloggifull.

and so, I would like to share with you the following dirty-car-art by scott wade- because one man’s vehicular-safety-hazzard is another man’s treasure.

*found via my “dogs playing poker” google news alert.

Just when you thought you had seen the final slug this month on NSTGD, the folk behind the “little people” tiny street art project have gone and a-started graffiti-ing snail shells…

and they call it Inner City Snail, and it makes me all pitter-pattery with joy. Also, the little people take snail public transport it seems…

swoon.

Also - hello! to the 1 billion extra hits I have gotten since the lovely jules over at ikeahacker posted my fira-shelf becomes disco-drawers how-to.

via rebet:art.