A couple of months ago I noticed a strange phone number tagged on the side of some construction near my apartment: 1-800-jim-joe. Was it a joke or had an L merely smudged off of a guy named Jim Joel’s company phone number? I forgot about jim joe for awhile until I saw his name again, this time just “jim joe” in the Lower East Side on a fruit cart, and again, a few days later, on a newspaper container in Chelsea. Others informed me that they, too, had seen jim joe’s tag around. The photo was taken in the bathroom of a bar in Alphabet City where I again saw jim joe last week. I had a similar obsession with Thör in Pittsburgh awhile back, yet I felt like unlike jim joe, thor was already quite established and one was never surprised to see a new tag. I know people are starting to recognize this new tagger, as when I finally decided to google the guy, I found not only his website, but a slew of other comments about this new dude. So, jim joe, if you’re reading this from whichever corner of manhattan you are in today: I’m looking for you!
My search for jim joe: part 1
I WALK LIGHT SO I DONT PISS THE GROUND OFF
I FLY LOW TO AVOID THE PLANES.