Style over substance, development of outward image over development of self. It seems some people have been brainwashed into believing that someone with fake tits, ten tons of make up and an appearance on some reality TV show is somehow better than the rest of us.
False idols and such dominate our minds, we are all of value, fuck bling and status symbols and focus on what’s real.

And after that rant, ooddles of respect goes to Wheres Huey for this rather funky critic of our image obsessed age.

Here are some pics from the other day where i got to paint on a bit of war plane up on the roof of Cordy house in the east end alongside Part2ism and the Best ever crew