The title pretty much explains it. At o-dark-thirty, before the sun was up and we could see our warm breath in the frosty air, we hit up Charlie-Brown-esque-style trees — all twiggy and sad — with red and green bulbs. It was just before Christmas and the trees stood out to us, and it’s just something we had to do.
I’m a fan of other kinds of guerilla art, especially this and this.
