The Bubble Project, a rather fun public vandalism project wrapped up in a Sunday Times’ worth of overwrought anti-corporate mumbo-justification.
Once placed on ads, these stickers transform the corporate monologue into an open dialogue. They encourage anyone to fill them in with any form of self expression, free from censorship.
Of course, “free from censorship” also means open to stupid. As the Bubble Project proves, it turns out that the retort of most people – when given the opportunity to slug the corporate monologist right in the kisser and usher forth a rebuttal – takes the form of an open declaration of the catapult-like properties of their own erection. It just goes to show that a clever, enraged manifesto can make even the magic marker smell waves oscillating off of an advertisement for deodorant into a powerful anti-corporate political message.
I wish someone had handed me a copy of the Bubble Manifesto when I was caught illustrating my grade school comic strip masterpiece, The Adventures of Fart Man, on the back of the toilet stall door. If so, the month’s worth of detention I received would have held all of the disestablishmentarianist allure of a political prisoner’s.