It all starts with a tag…

KMB’s Story:

It was April 2014. One Saturday night, I went to a party at the university campus in Zografou and got absolutely wasted. Around 5 a.m., I caught the first 608 bus back home, but I got off a few stops later than I should have.

No big deal. When you’re a graffiti writer, situations like that usually feel more like opportunities than problems.

So, after wandering around this new territory of action for a couple of hours, I put up my very first tags in Kipseli, at the corner of Agias Zonis and Astypaleas Streets.

Till today I’m writing this, those tags are still there, exactly where I left them, a full twelve years later.

And people still say Posca markers are no good…