I picked up this flyer in some club in Barcelona some years back. Fuck knows why. But it ended up somehow moving all over the world with me and hanging out in various cupboards and suitcases. Somehow it turned up the other day and it was like ah… Man with flowers! It’s finally out of the closet. I like the crazy psycho enthusiasm of it. It’s got a bit of the Don Quixote vibe that seems to endure through the odd vein of the city just beneath the surface of layered and accumulated urban grime smothered in graffiti. Whatever. Cool character.
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