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October 1, 2008 by admin

I saw this yesterday and had to go back to shoot it. My brother just turned me on to telephonic staple art ( yeah I just made that word up, what) and I’m fascinated. It is fun to think of telephone poles as individuals, far from static they take on the evolving identity of their street, their hood. There are hipster telephone poles in Brooklyn, moss-covered fleece wearing green telephone poles in the Pacific Northwest and of course surfer telephone poles here in Santa Barbara. I especially love how this surfer is perfectly positioned above the void…he’s literally ripping.