
This is what's across the street today:

I thought I had a lot to say about it. I thought I had something insightful to offer, to add to the conversation. Something about solidarity. Something about how it's hard and painful to read a giant wall full of words about rape. Something about how it makes me feel or what it makes me think. Something about how art that makes you uncomfortable, art that makes you confront things, is a good thing. But I guess I don't have much to say; I just want people to see this. This is why I live here. This makes me proud. This conversation is bigger than the poster wall, it's bigger than a blog. Let's keep having it. Thanks, Girl Army. I love coming to work every day and seeing what new madness you're exploding on that wall and around the hood. I like that it makes people uncomfortable. Rape should make you uncomfortable. Thanks to the people who are sharing personal stories on the wall, too. That's intense. Thank you.

More pictures after the jump.
After PosterGIANT covered and destroyed Girl Army's manifesto the girls took to the streets once more.





And this is Doug Cox, the company president and founder of PosterGIANT. What's that you're holding in your hand Mr. Cox?
More pics after the jump..
As commenter Seattle Peach points out, "Poster Giant can't exist without their clients." So if those posters really are for/connected to PAX Prime, as other commenters and bloggers have noted, I wonder what PAX thinks of the Poster Giant controversy? PAX has a reputation for being a relatively safe/lady-friendly nerd con, due to its anti-booth-babes stance and for having a decent anti-sexual-harassment policy (and apparently decent enforcement of both). Although, they did get taken to school last year over a but-I-though-our-rape-joke-was-hilarious situation (just google "dickwolves" for more info). So... I wonder if they'd mind that they're now maybe part of the current poster wall brouhaha? I have some e-mails out to see if I can get an answer.
UPDATE: The posters are for Hawken, a game by Adhesive Games, who have a booth at PAX Prime, which they direct you to on their poster. But the posters don't seem sponsored in any way by PAX itself. Poster Wall War 2012 continues. PAX's involvement = pretty dang nonexistent.








I do not know the person/people behind these adorable, day-brightening stickers, but I love whoever they are. One is bear, one is rabbit. Rabbit's stickers usually have blue and green on them. Bear usually draws a frame around their words. I had assumed it was one person entertaining themselves by playing both sides of the conversation, but today I learned that it really is likely two people and they apparently don't know each other in real life. They decorate the streets of Seattle by talking through these stickers. Which makes me love them even more.
Here are just a few examples of their cute correspondence:

They make my heart MELT.

If you're gonna bring some shit into your life, you might as well make it chic shit. Alternatively, there's chicken shit, sheep shit, sleek shit, slick shit—even chick lit.

Marley's Ghost strikes again! I walk through Belltown once or twice a week on the way to and from work, and this graffiti has been in effect for at least two weeks.
It's just going to come back. Make a free wall, on which graffiti writers can only work during certain hours of the night.

The "Shit Barf" tagger is only tagger I've ever honestly felt any love for.

Such cheek to take the piss out of serious taggin'. I LOVE YOU SHIT BARF!!



Why this one?

What's the best thing you could come up with? "This," being The Stranger? Did someone at The Stranger leave that note for Poop? Who's Poop? And what exactly was Poop expecting? Do you think that "this" is enough for Poop? After all, the note leaver did do their best.
POOP.
Someone has attacked Capitol Hill with a can of orange spray paint. First Christopher saw this (which makes me worry as well). A block or so away, another message was sprayed onto the side of a mailbox:
I can't figure out what the mailbox is trying to tell me. Is it telling me to fuck everyone, like, have as much sex as possible with as many people as possible? Or is it telling me to fuck everyone, like, everyone in the world can just go to hell and I am not to care about them at all?
I am confused.
Reminds me of the cover of the last good album that Bad Religion made:

When SPD officer Ian D. Birk shot woodcarver John T. Williams in the back, killing him, an incredible amount of outrage and disgust from the majority of the city erupted. Williams, who was carrying a legal knife, was a cherished member of the Ditidaht and Nuu-chah-nulth First Nations tribes in British Columbia and was deaf in one year. Like the rest of the city, No Touching Ground, who's work I featured a few weeks ago, responded to shooting by displaying Williams's face prominently on the streets of Capitol Hill. The image is striking and is a much-needed statement against the disgusting actions of the Seattle Police Department.
Update: Toby Crittendon at the Washington Bus snapped a few pictures of the above piece that No Touching Ground has since updated. Check them out after the jump!