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Graffiti 2.0

Total aerosol Banksy gathered together some of street arts finest for a 3 day exhibition over the weekend entitled the Cans Festival (geddit?).

The general arty hipness was countered by parents like me and others requesting their children pose in front of Banksy’s witty daubings. Whilst I had some beef with the staff who asked that I remove my daughter from a tree house covered in tags and barbed wire and surrounded by sand, it was as the unwashed Japanese gentlemen who stood beside me in the queue said ‘controlled anarchy’ and I’m all for that along with ‘waterless baths’.

Whilst real paint on real walls distracted, cyber graffers calling themselves Smif & Dicky set to work on former Banksy pal Dface’s website, hacking into it and replacing it with the following.

Beware all who accept money from pneumatic pop sirens, pixelated graffiti is on the rise.

Is this Graffiti 2.0?

Clouds n’ Stuff

(via here)

Hell

Handbag

Eine’s Hell

Just do it

Handbag

V is for Vandalism

Is it really Nick Walker?

Banksy - One Nation

(via Wooster)

Joseba Elorza…

… is really rather good.

The Vanity of Revolution

(via here)

The Universe

(via here)

Oh, worcester!

Janiak Puidokas just sent me this email:

Halloha,

Hohe hoholulu

Has learned to read your will through your eyes? With the
gayatri, or they that are observant of shot at jamadagni’s
car a hundred straight arrows a short time the camel was
deprived of life. The one advantage from the revolution.
another church, eol. Ho! Neptune! Nept. Eolus! Eol. The
seas go faces were as long as fiddles. Oh, worcester! And
everything that would promote trouble or quarrel sastras
according to which one performs the acts large force, and
stationed at the head of the among a waste of empty teacups,
plates, and jampots, none of the seedlings, so far as i
can learn, now we can be married, he said. I shall be able
of their defences Finally, mahomet determined gus and bill
remained and the twoas billy always.

Despite it alluding to poo hole town Worcester and Gus and Bill, neither of whom I know, it’s simply not as pretty as the forthcoming book entitled Secret Weapon: 30 Hand Painted Spam Postcards (more info here)