Hysteric Glamour's honcho Nobu Kitamura is open to advice...

To say that Detroit is on some next level shit when it comes to graffiti is the understatement of the century. What level that is exactly, we're not sure, but walking through backstreets and climbing the flights of Detroit's maze of abandoned buildings one encounters an absolutely incredible amount of scrawl of every variety, from outright hate speech (surprise) to white suburban poser versions of "Wild Style" bubble lettering circa '85. What I appreciate most about the majority of it all is the utter lack of modern influence in the sketchy 1970's lettering styles that characterize the lion's share of the city's scribbling. Suffice it to say, the army of trust funded art school kids that have turned LA and NYC into giant coloring books would be cooked and eaten here...

What, you didn't know Neck Face was from Detroit???...

Ellen slums it...

Climb enough flights of an abandoned factory and you're bound to see some color...

Nicely put...

"The people at every gas station is looking for me because I used a fake Salvation Army card"...

Apparently, a fake Salvation Army card goes a long way...

The honeymoon suite...

And you thought we didn't have Pollo Locos in Detroit?...

Nobu feels the angst...

Easily caught on the streets of the D...

What do you call a guy with no arms or legs waterskiing??...

White kids...

Turdle x Sars...

One of Motown's numerous "urban hang suites"...

The city needs you. NOW...

AMAZE x TWIST...