While stumbling around the East Village yesterday afternoon, vainly attempting to decide between coffee and more booze, we stopped on the Northeast corner of 2nd and 12th for a cigarette while we mulled our options. Heather and Jon sucked in smoke, debating the merits of one lounge over another, identical down the block. While trying to refrain, I shot pictures in the sun.
The image above, a hand-lettered alphabet, asks questions. Did the writer hope I'd trace it, producing another canned graff font? That Fi5e'd analyze it, publishing his findings on the web? Was it put up to loosen the marker? To practice an adolescent hand-style? To inspire vaguely punny and ultimately self-referential weblog posts?
Related: Michael De Feo's Alphabet City