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BANGKOK, THAILAND 🇹🇭 STREET ART: “YARD”
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Tag: street photography
BANGKOK, THAILAND 🇹🇭 STREET ART: PUBLIC SPACE
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BANGKOK, THAILAND 🇹🇭 STREET ART: CHEESE-Y FADING BRICK WALL
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BANGKOK, THAILAND 🇹🇭 STREET ART: “TOM”
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BANGKOK, THAILAND 🇹🇭 STREET ART: CHALOEMLA PARK RENEWS WEEKLY…
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BANGKOK, THAILAND 🇹🇭 STREET ART: BIGDEL
BigDel (tag: BIGDEL) is a Bangkok-based graffiti writer / illustrator and one of the early pioneers of Thailand’s graffiti scene—active for decades (often described as 25–30+ years in the culture).
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Chula Art Town
BANGKOK, THAILAND 🇹🇭 STREET ART: ON THE FENCE
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BANGKOK, THAILAND 🇹🇭 STREET ART: UNITY
This is a King Bhumibol (Rama IX) tribute mural, with one of his quotes about unity (ความสามัคคี).
“Unity, or reconciliation, doesn’t mean that…
one person says one thing
and everyone else has to say exactly the same.
In the end, life would have no meaning.
People can have different opinions,
but we must work in harmony with each other.
Even if we clash sometimes, we still have to stay aligned / work together.”
พระบาทสมเด็จพระปรมินทรมหาภูมิพลอดุลยเดช (King Bhumibol Adulyadej)
วันที่ ๔ ธันวาคม ๒๕๓๗ = 4 December 1994 (B.E. 2537)
What it means in plain terms
It’s a reminder that real unity isn’t everyone agreeing or repeating the same line.
It’s being different—different views, different voices—but still cooperating and moving in the same direction.
The vibe is: “Argue if you must, disagree if you must—but don’t stop working together.”
BANGKOK, THAILAND 🇹🇭 STREET ART: RED OCTOPUS 🐙 & UNICORN 🦄
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BANGKOK, THAILAND 🇹🇭 STREET ART: KURT STILL ECHOES by ALAI
Kurt Cobain was never built for “content.” Can you imagine his views on social media?!
He was built for feedback—amp hiss, a cheap guitar, a room that smelled like unwashed denim and cigarettes, the kind of noise that turns into a confession if you play it loud enough. He didn’t do the shiny rock-star thing. He did the opposite: he showed up cracked open, and somehow that honesty became a whole generation’s anthem.
For Gen X, Kurt wasn’t a poster. He was a mirror. The shrug that wasn’t apathy—it was armor. The sarcasm that was actually sensitivity. The feeling that the world was selling you a script and you were quietly tearing the pages out.
Now I’m standing in Bangkok looking at his face on a wall—sprayed into permanence in a city that never stops moving. And it hits me how weird and perfect that is. The boy who wanted to disappear keeps reappearing everywhere. Not as nostalgia. As a signal.
Because the thing about Kurt is: the music wasn’t just songs. It was permission.
Permission to be unimpressed.
Permission to not fit.
Permission to be loud about being hurt.
Permission to be soft in a hard world.
A mural is a kind of afterlife. Paint instead of pulse. But the message still lands: some people don’t fade out. They echo.
And Kurt?
Kurt still echoes.
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