I made this with a fineliner and a piece of paper. It’s possible it’s a breach of copyright even though I always write in shapes. If I disappear it’s because a shoe corporation has eaten me for breakfast.
Here’s a detail, and below I’ve written out the text because I’m in a good mood.
What happened to the days when we only replaced things that were broken, beyond repair? Where does our desire to replace new with newer stem from? How are we so easily convinced that our lives are barely worth living without those extra inches of plasma, that additional megapixel, or another twenty gigabytes of space in which to store the remnants of our increasingly digital lives? To bastardise Victor Papanek, what is this vicious, unhealthy desire to consistently spend money we don’t have on things we don’t need in order to impress others that don’t care? How can we let multi million dollar corporations sell our individuality back to us through a mass produced, sweat shop constructed pieces of apparel? Have we found total freedom or absolute disconnect?
Answers on a postcard to the usual address.