In front of the A1 French pirate private Tv station in Les Halles neighborhood. I am turning their main entrance hall into an artwork. Paris, 1982
With Sylvia the wife of my best Parisian friend since the 70's Meir Sayada, in front of my "devanture" at the A1 studios. Paris, 1982
At the CCAC studios. I keep on dripping the paints and leaving my traces. California, 1983
At the CCAC studios. I keep on dripping the paints and leaving my traces. California, 1983
My model Beth.. San Francisco, 1983
My model Beth.. San Francisco, 1983
Bedri: Best things in life are free. New York, 1983
SoHo’s endless Turkish energetic battery is still running strong. New York, 1983
SoHo’s endless Turkish energetic battery is still running strong. New York, 1983
New York, 1984
Meet Bedri the Turk. New York, 1984
New York, 1984
New York, 1984
Nükhet everything new. New York, 1984
Bedri: Best things are free. New York, 1984
Come on Bedri. New York, 1984
Before the opening of my show at Martin Molinary Gallery in SoHo. New York, 1984
My girlfriend Elena Colombo in front of my graffiti. "Hi Leo". New York, 1985
Okay okay, we understand. New York, 1985
"Chick like" in front of Comme des Garcons. New York, 1985
Bedri likes blonds. New York, 1985
Amsterdam, 1985
"Life is full of shit" (or life is a bitch) would be "not-so-good" translation. Anyway, life strikes you from the back when you least expect it! New York, 1985
Don't misunderstand me. What you read on that wall, is not L.A. (meaning Los Angeles) Meet the Turk. There LA means Lena Alftin. The girl will my lover, almost my wife(!) dropped me like this: Bang! Well, what did we say? "Life is full of shit" or "life is a bummer" however u think! New York, 1986
New York, 1986
In front of This has been done before. New York, 1988
Advice to clever people: Play it safe invest in Bedri. New York, 1988
The tube entrance at Prince St station. New York, 1988
Now you tell me: Who the hell sets the standards here? New York, 1988
In New York young artist Yankı Erimtan, points out my graffiti that asks the most striking question: At what time shall we make love? New York, 1988
Ortaköy. This time my own street Palanga Caddesi where I live. My line over the reads: Boyanın Beyni (the Brain of the Paint) the name of my first published book. İstanbul, 1989
My lovely dog Mike and a cute neighborhood resident. İstanbul, 1989
In Tunisia, this is how you write "This Has Been Done Before" watch yourself. Mahares, 1990
