Not everyday that you see an invitation to tag on the city’s walls, albeit an illegal invitation…
A 13 hr flight away, on another continent, speaking another language, colonized by another people. Macau, a small city a ferry ride away from Hong Kong, populated with hotels and casinos to rival those of Las Vegas. An imitation of an imitation but a good one nonetheless. A city of a vibrant but sometimes highly cynical people, dependent on tourists from mainland China, and yet distrustful and uncomfortable with this relationship. There are so many things I can comment on about this city, a place where I have many memories of since I was a small child. Many of the things I’ve observed here during my recent trip almost made me lose faith in humanity, and yet, there may still be hope.
I had to play around with the exposure on this one to bring out the faded Mr. 8 tag. It’s surprising how many times I’ve encountered this tag around Vancouver, from Kitsilano, Chinatown, Downtown Eastside, along Broadway, Fairview, Joyce Stn…this guy is everywhere!
Normally it’s considered a sign of great disrespect when a writer crosses out another writer’s tag. Is the war on? The sticker seems to think so.