Ephemeral, exclusive, illegal. Rebellious, provocative and competitive.
This was the new, popularised art form that flared up on the trains crossing the length and breadth of New York City, which was celebrated in ‘Subway Art’, the famous book by Henry Chalfant and Martha Cooper.
Fifty years have passed since the first name was written on the metro on the other side of the world, and yet in Rome the trains continue, inexorably, to be painted, still running with more or less the same large, colourful and decipherable lettering.
Thirty years of graffiti on the subway in Rome, contained in 432 pages, with stories from 90 of the most prolific writers in the Roman scene. An introspective journey through hundreds of secret archives, enriched by several shots from internationally renowned photographers who have followed and documented this cultural phenomenon since the early days, which, despite greater control and more severe penalties, do not seem to have an end.

“Behind each one of us there was an aura of mystery; even if I came from Tor Pignattara and my father was in prison, I would still paint with a guy from Collina Fleming We never gave a fuck about the social gaps between each other.”


“But today, looking back in time I realise that many of the people with whom I shared those moments… well, I only have the affection and memories left because as time passes, I have seen others quit while me have always continued.”


"The Subway has marked my history and it reflected my mentality back then; filthy, violent and noisy. Like young crazy splinters we took the places that our environment left us or that came to us stolen with arrogance. Opening hatches and writing on those trains loaded with history filled me with pride."


"Whole nights spent in the darkness of the tunnels, in unlikely places where only I knew where I was; whole days on the platform waiting for the appearance of my name imposed on people, still dirty with grease, dust and paint from the night before."