Friday, October 10, 2008

Bansky pet shop

Sometimes the simplest concept -in this case a non-descript store front- can mess with your perception of reality and create that special little feeling in your gut reserved for footsteps in your attic when no one else is home.  


I don't think there is or needs to be a unified theme among breathing chicken nuggets and leopard tails, it's just dreamworks, fun, pokes at reality.  A little breath of stale air to take your breath away but not like Bryan Adams or Tom Cruise, more like pinch myself am I awake or did someone slip acid in my frappucino?