The wonderful thing about living in Paris, Clichy, is the low rent and the city's dumping ground everywhere. A street artist may always find inspiration and treasures in the waste dumped by Bourgeois wealthy. A 1964 Brionvega portable TV that I picked up recently is a great example.Now that I've turned it into a graffiti+video installation piece. I feel like that has been my greatest work ever!

I spent the whole afternoon wandering around the neighborhood for a couple of blocks without discovering anything useful. Sometimes looking through trash for treasure is like looking for inspiration: you're looking for something, but you end up with nothing.

As suddenly as it had stopped, the pain in my brain returned, like the humming of some annoying noises that repeats itself whenever I change the channel on the radio. I tried to divert myself, and as the headache faded, I found myself in front of a gorgeous property, a high-class apartment with a typical Parisian Art moderne look. Some butler-like men were moving pieces of furniture and antiques from the hallway to a corner on the side of the house.

Okay, I'll take my chances; perhaps I'll get another Telly to take home. My old TV was trashed after I got drunk and poured wine on it, and now it sometimes glitches when playing video games.

I moved to the corner, looking around. There was a lot of interesting stuff, but they were all in a classical style that I wasn't into. But this mansion's owner must be a wealthy old person. The silver bottle opener and 1900 Paris World's Fair medallion, that reminded me of going through my grandmother's locked closet when I was a kid. That's not cool at all!

Near the point where I was able to give up, a low-battery 8-bit sound began. Very oddly, I opened the stack of random items and discovered, deep within, a little box that looked suspiciously like a Game Boy. But take a closer look and you'll notice something different. The logo, in particular, is a cross emblem.

I was intrigued. I pressed the start button, and a crude 80s-style pixel animation and 8-bit electronic music came out, and eventually landed on a cross with the title: HypeSaints. The panel then transitioned to flickering messages -

'Judgement Day is approaching, and the saints of the earth shall assemble.'

'Become a Saint or a Bubble. Take Your Side. '

What is saint? WTF is Bubble?

However, I began to feel dizzy and my mind blanked out. Countless bizarre pictures flooded into my mind like a computer upload, followed by a powerful energy that flowed through my body. I immediately felt as though my brain was overloaded, and I lost consciousness.

The wonderful thing about living in Paris, Clichy, is the low rent and the city's dumping ground everywhere. A street artist may always find inspiration and treasures in the waste dumped by Bourgeois wealthy. A 1964 Brionvega portable TV that I picked up recently is a great example.Now that I've turned it into a graffiti+video installation piece. I feel like that has been my greatest work ever!

I spent the whole afternoon wandering around the neighborhood for a couple of blocks without discovering anything useful. Sometimes looking through trash for treasure is like looking for inspiration: you're looking for something, but you end up with nothing.

As suddenly as it had stopped, the pain in my brain returned, like the humming of some annoying noises that repeats itself whenever I change the channel on the radio. I tried to divert myself, and as the headache faded, I found myself in front of a gorgeous property, a high-class apartment with a typical Parisian Art moderne look. Some butler-like men were moving pieces of furniture and antiques from the hallway to a corner on the side of the house.

Okay, I'll take my chances; perhaps I'll get another Telly to take home. My old TV was trashed after I got drunk and poured wine on it, and now it sometimes glitches when playing video games.

I moved to the corner, looking around. There was a lot of interesting stuff, but they were all in a classical style that I wasn't into. But this mansion's owner must be a wealthy old person. The silver bottle opener and 1900 Paris World's Fair medallion, that reminded me of going through my grandmother's locked closet when I was a kid. That's not cool at all!

Near the point where I was able to give up, a low-battery 8-bit sound began. Very oddly, I opened the stack of random items and discovered, deep within, a little box that looked suspiciously like a Game Boy. But take a closer look and you'll notice something different. The logo, in particular, is a cross emblem.

I was intrigued. I pressed the start button, and a crude 80s-style pixel animation and 8-bit electronic music came out, and eventually landed on a cross with the title: HypeSaints. The panel then transitioned to flickering messages -

'Judgement Day is approaching, and the saints of the earth shall assemble.'

'Become a Saint or a Bubble. Take Your Side. '

What is saint? WTF is Bubble?

However, I began to feel dizzy and my mind blanked out. Countless bizarre pictures flooded into my mind like a computer upload, followed by a powerful energy that flowed through my body. I immediately felt as though my brain was overloaded, and I lost consciousness.