In late March a strange letter was sent to a couple of culture editorial offices in Stockholm. It claimed to be written by the street artist Banksy, and announced his presence near the gallery cluster on Hudiksvallsgatan [known as Stockholms Chelsea] in the northern part of the inner city.
Sometimes I feel that I am terribly close to imitating that kind of art walk common several decades ago. Then I tell myself to quit. And sometimes the slightly introspective criticism of the 90s dwells somewhere in the back of my head, demanding attention.