After eight failed attempts at coming up to Montreal, Mercer finally showed up at my door, rocking a light jacket and a hot new pair of Air Max 95′s on the coldest day we’ve had this winter. Welcome to Canada, dawg. Twisted a quick dart and hopped into the van. We swerved off in a …Read More

This is a game we like to call Dart & Farts. To play it, you’ll need the following: weed and/or hash, papers, lighter, darts, a bit of money, access to car and/or public transportation and the map of your city. The concept is simple as fuck, so any mook can participate. Basically, every mook gets three darts …Read More

Ever since the site dropped, people have been asking us to make shirts. Being the mooks that we are, we always talked about it but never really got to actually make them. One day, we realized that a certain someone had been running a printshop around the way, and it just so happened the little …Read More

Throughout the many travels of my fast-paced existence, I’ve come to notice that the Mook-Life state of mind is not something that is limited to my hometown. Montreal is a definite breeding ground for mookness, but every new city I set foot in has given me a sense of familiarity when it comes to the …Read More

It’s the type of challenge that occurs when mooks are stoned out of their asses with rampant munchies, talking about “I bet I can eat more than you” or “I once ate 69 hot-dogs, true story guy”. Yeah, we’ve all witnessed this go down, but 99% of the time it’s just a bunch of outlandish, …Read More

South of the Black Sea lies the country of Turkey, which serves as a separation between the Middle East and Europe. Its particular location makes it culturally special, as it is heavily influenced by both sides yet, at the same time, preserves its unique flavor. Istanbul, the third largest metropolitan area in Europe and Turkey’s …Read More

For this post, Mook-Life shows respect to one of Montreal graffiti’s most notorious characters in the game. Real recognize real and the woadie can paint his ass off; putting many years of dedication into his craft in order to perfect his style. We present to you the one and only ‘Le Prince’ Dock.

Who wants to grow older? I know I definitely do not, in any shape, way or form. This whole site is a manifestation of me not wanting to do so. With each year that goes by, you get just that much closer to expiring. I guess it’s a bad way of seeing it but, whichever …Read More

The Rez is quite the mysterious place for us immigrants. All we know is that there are cheap cigarettes and fireworks galore, as we demonstrated in this post. For most people it’s a mystical world where the streets have no names and the residents don’t have to pay taxes. Grimy mooks such as myself have heard countless outlandish stories about this that …Read More

I want to start by thanking everybody that came out last Saturday to the Party-Jam Gros Chilling with Action Bronson and the mooks. It was a memorable night, for many different reasons. The science is simple. You have LOOKOUT bringing that quality entertainment, Off The Hook Radio providing pyrotechnics, making sure people know what’s good for them and …Read More

I know. I have a problem. We live in a part of the world where the food is extremely diverse and the weed is insanely cheap, considering the fact that you are smoking top-of-the-line Cannabis Cup winners all year round. Yes, I know that we are very spoiled but what can I say? My parents went through a lot of shit, immigrating from two fucked up countries so I can drop out of high school, do graffiti, smoke weed and enjoy the free world. I understand how lucky I am and I take full advantage of it.

Understand, the Philly style is a local craft that can only be learned in Philadelphia and if you did not grow up there, your bitch ass will never be able to apply that rich craft. The Philly style is more than just a stretched out tag with arrows, stars, peace signs, smiley faces and crowns, it’s a unique uniform font. Normal human beings see the Philly tags as nasty scribbles while the native Philadelphian writers see them as an outstanding masterpiece. It’s like they say, If it ain’t got that whip, it ain’t worth shit!

Whether it’s sketches, money, photos, documents, random souvenirs or drug paraphernalia, many mooks can relate to the sacred shoe box stashed somewhere in a dark corner of their closet. I know I have a few. Most people who were writing before the digital era probably have a couple as well. Looking back, I highly regret not …Read More

The following is a document of Montreal’s finest and most infamous headcutters, who by working their magic turn us scraggly mooks into clean, quasi-symmetrical people. For being so instrumental in our ability to pound the pussy, we salute you. Bong bong.

Today, Mook-Life goes through the vaults of one of Montreal’s graffiti bosses. We’ve decided to educate the youth and focus on the early years of our local legend instead of giving you the fancy modern graffiti eye candy you’re all used to being spoon-fed. For this edition of History 101, we present to you the come up of Zeck.