Right? Is there a greater kick in the world than seeing a work of art high above the city, its very placement relaying a tale of trespassing and paint fumes and epic danger? (Urban Dictionary confirms that “heavens” is the proper terminology.)
This all made me a recall a feature in Rolling Stone I read when I was 12 or 13. (I tried to find reference to it online, but had no luck, so please just accept that I'm not lying.) The reporter had somehow talked some crew of graffiti writers into letting him tail them on a number of missions over a somewhat long period of time. He marveled at their elaborate routines: lookouts, ropes and pulleys, speed, vaulting from rooftop to rooftop, hanging upside down for hours at a time.
It sounded cool, but also tragic, because they were always drug-addled and fume sick and I think one of them might have fallen to their death, or known someone who did. But it was a gripping article. Which is maybe why I took up writing instead of graffiti writing.
Granted, getting Ribity up there probably was not the absolute most death-defying effort in the history of street art. Anybody have any leads on anything more badass?