Back in the 1990s, Paris was awash with graffiti. Back streets and boulevards in every arrondissement found themselves caked in tags of various legibility. Like denim jeans and hamburgers, hip hop and all that came with it was an all-American import that young Parisians embraced with open arms. Rifling through the racks in record shops like Urban Sounds for the latest releases from from the East and West coasts was a teenaged Nodey. The record shops might have shuttered, and the city might have rid itself of the graffitis, but Nodey’s passion for hip hop is just as strong now as it… read more
Back in the 1990s, Paris was awash with graffiti. Back streets and boulevards in every arrondissement found themselves caked in tags of various legibility. Like denim jeans and hamburgers, hip hop and all that came with it was an all-American import that young Parisians embraced with open arm… read more
Back in the 1990s, Paris was awash with graffiti. Back streets and boulevards in every arrondissement found themselves caked in tags of various legibility. Like denim jeans and hamburgers, hip hop and all that came with it was an all-American import that young Parisians embraced with open arms. Rifling through the racks in record shops like Urban Sounds for the … read more