Israel is thirsty for some quality pop music.
Please agree that middle eastern flavors are boring!
No fuc**ing wonder that indie music, and not just guitars,
is rocking and sweeping the younger generation of music heads.

Check out this fresh video by Emily Karpel, I believe she is the answer to the future of pop in Israel.

I remember when I was 17 and experimented with doing some graffiti. I could never draw, but that was not a problem since there was (almost) no drawn graffiti in Tel Aviv back then. All you’d see were texts, sprayed in black on the wall, usually politic statements, plain love declarations for some girl, or enigmetic slogans about a guy named Coco. But times they are a changin, and Tel Aviv quickly went from a graffiti barren city to a place thriving with colorful walls and booming with street art.

And it so happens that most of it is located around my home. I mean literally, in a radius of about 250 meters from it.

I don’t try to do graffiti any more. I get most of my self expressing out through music. But lately I found I take great joy in documenting the stuff I see on the walls around me. There are new works popping out every time I take a walk outside. I started taking photos with my simple phone cam. I then felt like uploading and sharing them. Now, I already had this blog where I was sharing the sets I was playing on a weekly Ustream show, broadcasted live from my loft. I named the show #Flow_Rentin after the filthy neighborhood right next to me, Florentin, and so it was only natural to spice the blog up with some photos of the streets around. It all came together.
#Flow_Rentin became a web window into my life in down town Tel Aviv. You can virtually come inside my house every Monday and chill with my homies on the couch as I play some fresh tunes, and you can take a tour through some excellent works of the street artists spreading their vision on my hood’s walls. If you could only smell the air outside my window you’d get the full deal. On the other hand, I’m not sure you’d want that.

Welcome to #Flow_Rentin.

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The graffiti scene and street art in general are going strong in Tel Aviv in the last few years.
There is only one store that sells graffiti equipment in the Tel Aviv area, and that’s CAPZOOLA

It’s located right on the way to the beach, on Geula st. 42 (map)  and it’s the mecca for local writers.

Come say hello, Lalo is very friendly!

New local skate company, STASH. Check out one of their videos:

When Tel Aviv was colonized back in 1910, I don’t think that they would believe you if you would tell them about what’s going on here in 2010. Our 100 years “Metropolises” is the center for all young-cool-fresh out the box place to be, And In my posts I’m going to focus specifically on the colorful gay culture, night life and mentality of Tel-Aviv.

So they say living in Tel-Aviv is like living in a bubble. It’s just doesn’t  remind anywhere else in Israel. So for me, as a lesbian living in Tel Aviv it feels like a bubble inside a bubble.  I will explain: most of my friends are gay, and when I go out (and I do, a lot) I go out to gay parties.  But when I do go to (excuse me for the wording) “straight parties”, I feel like there’s a whole different world out there that I just forgot about.  The music, the people, the vibe… It’s totally different – But never the less, we all LOVE to party !

So this week “love to party, don’t care if its gay or straight, as long as it’s good” party recommendation is-  “CHEESCAKE”, Happening every Thursday @ The Breakfast club on Routchild 6 Tel Aviv.

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We are proud to host our very first photo gallery, by Ina Filler, check it out here

Tel Aviv is a biker town. Not Hell’s Angels bikers. No Harlies here. What I’m talking about is full on banana seat, streamers on the handles like when you were seven, back pedal breaks bicycles.
I know. There are almost no usable bike lanes. Most of the time you have to decide whether to run someone over on the side walk or risk getting run over yourself on the road. Despite the city’s staunch determination to keep us from cruising comfortably, the bikers of this town will not be deterred.
Now, style is a way of life. From the sandwich that you eat to the bobby pin in your hair to the wheels you roll on. Every couple of years a new trend comes in and everyone runs out to buy it. Like those retarded fold up bikes that all my friends have. It’s like riding a paper clip. When it comes to bikes, if you ask me, size does matter .
I first met my bike a year and a half ago at Ofun on Ben Yehuda and Nordau. Michael, the owner, gave me a call to inform me that a good used bike just arrived and I had to see it. His words were simple. “Get over here,” he said. “Wait, do you like yellow?”
I arrived, out of breath after speeding over on my then bike, a hideous silver thing I bought after my previous love had been crudely stolen. As he wheeled out what would become the bike love of my life I gasped. Was I woman enough to handle that crazy lemon yellow color? Could I manage such a huge set of wheels? The answer was yes.
Now, eighteen months later, my bike and I are still happily engaged with each other. Of course, I’m older. My bike is dirtier. But the magic is still there.
This morning I went to replace a tire, having parked on a tiny thorn, which released all the air from my front inner tube. I proudly marched into Yosi, a little bike shop on Marmorek. After switching my tire to a new “puncher proof” model, Yosi and I got to chatting about bike trends. Nowadays, he explained, people are going for lighter bikes, like the ones made by Diamondback.
“Two years ago,” Yosi arrogantly laughed, “your kind of bike was all the rage. Ha Ha. The poser bikes. Cruisers. Now people are all about comfort, not looks.”
Apparently, my bike and me have become passé. We’re last year’s news. It’s just like that feeling we all had when the fat little Ipod Nano got replaced with the tall skinny one. You still loved it, but you started changing songs in your pocket a little more often than not.
To hell with it, I say. I will not be a victim of the ever-changing bicycle fashion world. I will be a cruiser forever!
By Ori

I could talk all day about the bangin beat, the killer flow and the photography, but really… just watch it

Peled on the mic

Ori Shochat and Cohen on the beat

Ben Palhov on the camera