Smole, engulfed body and soul in the world of graffiti at barely fifteen years old. Under the impulse of a first generation of taggers from Montpellier, mentors for whom he is eternally grateful, he discovered his favorite medium in the early 2000s: the train. From that moment on, a wave of Smole and other C4, TF1 or FTW (the names of his crews) swept across Europe: from Rome to Barcelona, passing through Brussels or Bucharest, his name quickly circulated on the walls, the cars and on the lips of intrigued insiders. Having become obsessive, almost compulsive, graffiti then takes on the appearance of a wandering addiction, offering him in turn friendships but also inexorable legal sirens.