This is a website, by a guy called Yaz. Yaz likes Cheese toasties and enjoys wearing hi-top footwear because he feels it protects his ankles. Yaz also likes avoiding train fairs, and hates waking up early. He has slightly wavy hair and dislikes intimately sharing his life on social networking websites.
What;
“Pro Urbex“, The question probably springs to mind, What the fuck is this whack shit? Let me try to explain. Put simply, a photo blog style website displaying photographs and a few words below by myself, occasionally with a complimentary page going into more detail about the aforementioned topic(s).
So now you’re probably wondering what’s up with the content displayed. Put simply, most of the photos and words depict something of the illegal variety. Whether it’s scaling suspension bridges, clenching the back of metro trains, splashing in sewers, trenching through storm drains, surfing the tops of elevators, writing, climbing on rooftops, travelling, hosting raves or slipping into the workings of live factories. Obsessions of the above interest me infinitely more than television, glossy mags, tumblr, stuffing my nose full of drug or taking guided tours.
I hate the word urbex, and none of this shit is pro.
Why;
Is there a reason to go out on these foolhardy and dangerous adventures? No, probably not. Even so, I shan’t divulge into my motives for doing anything. I’ll bag on it being a better reason than why you tune into your favourite television soap, or visit your all-inclusive package holiday twice yearly. If a solid reason for doing this ever comes up, I’ll let you know.
How;
None of this is real, the text is all fictional and I don’t even own a camera. Each image you see has been created pixel by pixel in MS paint through hours upon hours of mind-numbing clicking. If you can’t figure out how to reach a rooftop, evade a minimum wage sleeping security guard, pop a manhole, smash your way into a building or bother to read a few books, maps & internet pages then you will just have to wonder, or sit watching this screen hitting F5 in the hope I’ve updated it.
Shout;
Lastly, A shout to those; Who’ve put up with me through the adventures, the misadventures, the piss wet climbs, the freezing cars & tents, the waders that stank putrid Sewerfresh, those who let me sleep on their sofas & floors, all the times that we came so close to getting caught, the times we hid silently, the times where we couldn’t help but burst into tears of laughter and a shout to those I’m yet to meet. One love.
si ce que vous dites est vrai, le wu tang et le shaolin peut être dangereux
Biggest shouts to Vivo, for coding this site, He’s what tupac was to Dre.
