I’ve always been intrigued by the way that municipal infrastructure is particularly likely to attract bits of graffiti. Casual acts of rebellion, spatial appropriations – but targeted at space which we are led to believe belongs to all of us. The more ‘public’ the space, the more graffiti it attracts.

For me, though, the public dimensions of the city which define it as a city are to be found more in the graffiti than in the grid.



People have made a special effort to lean over the hedge, to adorn the electricity meter with scribbles and stickers.



Don’t tell me how to move!



Barely visible scrawl on the street corner: the grid under attack.



When the streets are closed to traffic for the day, the young children join in too.

9 June 2013, flying over the Arctic Circle.