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Street Art of the Day: Street artist Shepard Fairey and colleague Romeo Trinidad were attacked by two men outside a nightclub in Copenhagen over a mural he recently erected in the city.
Collaborating with the Copenhagen-based V1 gallery, Fairey — best known for designing the the Barack Obama “Hope” poster — installed a mural commemorating the 2007 city-ordered demolition of the iconic Ungdomshuset (Youth House) on Jagtvej 69 — a well-known meeting spot for leftist groups.
But, according to Fairey, a misunderstanding over the mural’s intentions and a false report that the artwork was commissioned by the city led the defacing of the piece with the words “go home Yankee hipster,” and incited at least two men to beat up Fairey and his friend while shouting “Obama illuminati” and “go back to America.”
“It looked to the people at 69 like I was cooperating with the authorities, making a propaganda piece to smooth over the wound,” Fairey, who sustained a black eye and bruised rib, told The Guardian.
He went back to the vandalized mural with former Youth House members and revised it with scenes of riot police and explosions, along with the words “nothing forgotten, nothing forgiven.”
Fairey says he does not plan to report the attack to the police because he didn’t know them or get a good look at their faces. “I’m not a huge fan of the cops anyway,” he added. “The only thing I could see coming out of it was further media commentary like ‘street artist whiner Shepard Fairey can’t hold it down in a fight so he snitches to the cops’.”
[guardian / streetartnews.]
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I’ve come to find that bursts of natural laughter with a friend
have become essential to my own sincerest bonds with mankind.
Days in which I share a good laughter with you,
the greater then, for you, my love grows.

It’s taken me far too long to realize that I’m nothing special, and I feel thoroughly disappointed in myself for that.
Seven years in waiting for someone would seem like a pointless eternity to the untame heart, but as he would commonly recite to me, “the moment of joy outweighs the forevermore disappointment.” It always injured my heart to hear him say this— as well as the actions that the phrase inevitably followed— that he had no problem risking my agony to con me into a feign sense of happiness, which always left me with a pang of anger in my soul.
I attempted to piece together the vicious cycle that he seemed to keep up— never once suspecting that he could be so easily capable of such mind games. Not long after they had been carried out, the unintentional venom in his words and actions reflected to myself something very familiar— my own! And it slowly dawned on me that perhaps I had met my match something stronger than my own deceptions in times past.
The more aware of this that I had let myself become of his routines, the more hatred I felt building up for his very voice, and the more resentment I held for him in his allowing of me to do so.
It would be unjust of me to fail in mentioning that the train of thought had in fact, taxied across my conscious that, as it may be, my own mind had become the delusive instigator. The more I permitted these thoughts, the deeper I felt myself falling into the grips of a madness I’d only ever chuffed at.
Thought I’d bring this to everyone’s attention:
The new ID cards, disguised as a uniform drivers’ license, will be biometric. Each card will store up to a gigabyte of personal data about the card holder AND will contain a GPS tracking chip—-so that means the government will know where you are at all times.
I said, “say whaaaaaat?”