Being surrounded on all sides by media whose last concern is the people its meant to serve can be constantly disheartening. However, there will always be a movement of people who look for other avenues to get opposing messages heard. The voice of dissent is alive in our streets, in grafitti and brave billboards, in event posters for grassroots groups, in handmade zines and independent bookstores.
This little photo journal attempts to capture and record these voices.
I just gave our old resident panhandler a 20, he gave me a turkey an cream cheese bagel. He gave me a hug an trucked off.
I just gave some guy my springroll leftovers while he was hanging over a garbage can. He didnt look happy, he looked… Ashamed?
My neighborhood enemy!
These were pasted on so they got painted
