If I hadn’t lived in laid-back, beachy St Kilda, I would have lived in Fitzroy. The hipster cafes, the trendy bars, the crazy amount of vintage stores…and the street art.
In the main roads, on the side streets, in the alleys: works of art with graffiti, posters, found objects are everywhere. It makes a simple walk to get a coffee like a stroll through a living museum. Soon, you start to recognize artists and taglines and color schemes: not unlike being able to point out a Picasso or a Renoir as soon as you walk in a gallery.