Change the World Buy a T-Shirt

2010 part 3


From artists to bloggers to lowly forum administrators 2010 was the year of the t-shirt. You a fan? Buy the fucking t-shirt it'll prove it. And all had one thing in common, they're 'pointless shit' to prove you have no money and no taste.Word. There are still a few urbane ass ociation t-shirts left so get in quick girls.

2010 witnessed the slow and steady comatisation of the street art forum.

Wallkandy slowed to a comment a day, then closed, then opened, then closed, then moonwalked slowly off the stage. A singular tear rolling down the inner thigh of it's fans.

Banksysforum the fit to burst with earnestness land of the free radical, cops are bad man, let's all knit balaclavas and heal the world, induced buckets of vomit from cynics the world over. At times a one woman crusade to make people love the bespectacled backdoor print prat. At other times the home of the mass conspiracy, paranoia mixed with a lack of education as painful as the jon culshaw impression show.

And last and most certainly least, more hot air than anne widdiecombes ballroom dresses urban art association. 2010 the year of monetarisation, of retardation, of prepubescent humour, of arrogance, of recycling cliched comments, of the Tory, of a slow and steady wiping of a dripping ass across the thickly carpeted floor of what's left of any credibility this scene has. With everyone from pow, to nuart realising this is their 'outlet' store, to dr funky vowing never to post again, to cunts screwing up the love that many years ago made this something to cherish, to a prayer to Lucifer asking for their Dran print to make money. Amen.

And as the year drew to a close so the urban art awards reach a fever pitch of silence. Will the schizophrenic multi posting admin find enough time to create votes for those sitting at the head of the gift table? I'm already prepping my award speech for 'least impressive, most misunderstood, biggest waste of time blog 2010'.