Street Art Hongdae: Day 5 Sex, money, and animal love

Down a back alley a jazz cat brands himself the sex king. Down another a brother and his two-foot sister avert their eyes to the piss stained rubble and beer boxes at their feet.

The half spun social messages give way to dizzy-happy colours and pets. A Korean capitalist poses Kimchi, another tired tug against the Starbucks strings. The quietest commenters resonate the best.

Two exed-out eyes on the bag headed rabbit, brother wears a tie. A gopher grins and a pipe pours black paint onto a sumo wrestler’s head. Stretching from Hongik University out to Sinchon, a walkway is painted by students and re-collaged by vandals late at night.

Dozens of faces form three triangles of caricatured flesh. Peer close and you’ll see your face; we’ve all been one of those. Fall far enough down the alley and you’ll loose yourself, like the white silhouette.

Like his heeled feet, I fell face first into the art. The painted street lamps continue on, but just like at that: Oops! I’m gone.