ORIGINAL AI Urban, Street Art by E.Garcia Toxic N Disorderly 

Ah, the 80s in South Central Los Angeles—a time when graffiti was the language of the streets, and tattoos were the badges of honor (or mischief, depending on how you look at it). Picture this: vibrant murals splashed across brick walls, the scent of spray paint wafting through the air, and the unmistakable vibe of Cholos and Cholas strutting their stuff like they owned the sidewalk (which, let’s be honest, they kinda did). It was a wild ride, my friends, and I was just a passenger on this colorful rollercoaster of life.

Fast forward to today, and I’ve traded in my Rough Life for a more peaceful existence—think of it as a “peacefully lonely” vibe (which sounds like a fancy way of saying I’m just chilling with my thoughts and a cup of coffee). But don’t get it twisted! Those vibrant memories of LA street art and the spirit of Dia Del Muerto are still alive and kicking in my heart. It’s like a party in there,  

Now, let’s talk about the art!

Graffiti isn’t just a bunch of colorful squiggles; it’s a form of expression, a way to tell stories without saying a word. It’s like the universe’s way of saying, “Hey, look at me! I’m fabulous!” And tattoos? Oh boy, they’re like permanent stickers for your skin, telling the world who you are, what you love, and maybe even what you had for breakfast (just kidding, please don’t get a tattoo of your breakfast).

So, what do you get when you mix the raw energy of LA street culture with a sprinkle of artistic flair? You get a collection that’s as unique as a unicorn at a dog park! Think lace-up canvas boots that scream, “I’m here to party!” adorned with Dia Del Muerto designs that would make even the most stoic skeleton crack a smile. And let’s not forget those flexi cases that are basically a canvas for your phone—because why should your phone be boring when it can be a walking piece of art?

In a world where everyone is trying to fit in, why not stand out like a flamingo in a flock of pigeons? Embrace your individuality, wear your art, and let your style do the talking. After all, life is too short to wear boring shoes or have a plain phone case. So, let’s paint the town (and our feet) with the vibrant colors of our past, present, and future!

So there you have it, folks! A little glimpse into the colorful chaos that shaped my life and the art that continues to inspire me. Remember, whether you’re a Cholo, a Chola, or just someone who appreciates the beauty of graffiti, there’s a little bit of LA in all of us. Now go out there and strut your stuff like you own the sidewalk—because you do!