Rainy days like today call for a warm blanket, a hot drink and – street art. This is a continuation of a series of posts capturing wall posters with cryptic – sometimes unsettling – sayings slapped up around Brooklyn. One reader commented that they look like “humongous fortune cookie fortunes, but with disturbing messages from a dystopic society,” which is an apt description.
Here are some new (or newish) examples that I’ve come across on runs over the last few months.
I remain curious whether these are the work of one person, or several people operating independently. My keen forensic typeface analysis reveals similarities in the letters “s” and “d” across multiple posters, but perhaps that’s just to thrown us off the scent.