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h+m wtf?

i saw this on a friend's facebook page and felt compelled to share. basically, it's the story of a really sweet, decent gesture made by illustrator/ artist tori laconsay to show her appreciation for her georgia hometown. she decided to use a blank sign to send a positive message to the people in her community, which is something that a lot of us will never witness. what a wonderful idea for a piece of guerrilla art.

retail giant h & m evidently thought it was a great idea too. because somehow their design team came up with the same idea, using the same text style and the same heart for some of its housewares. h & m, of course, denies that their work is in any way derived from laconsay's.


this strikes me as the kind of thing that happens when you're a teenager and you come home at three in the morning and try to convince your parents that you haven't been drinking or smoking because, of course, it's not like they ever did anything like that when they were teenagers. in this case, h & m are the drunken idiot teenagers and the rest of us are the parents wondering who the hell they think they're fooling.

i suppose i can give them credit for deciding not to use the period from laconsay's original work. and they tilted the "n" a little. astounding creativity.

last week, i and a lot of others were fired up at the idea that large corporations were going to censor what we could see on the internet in the name of copyright protection. this is a case of the flip side. a large, wealthy corporation is using its muscle to scam an individual out of residual payments to which they would be entitled under the law.

you don't look nice, hennes and mauritz, you don't look nice at all.

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Tori LaConsay said…
Thanks for covering this, Kate!
Kate MacDonald said…
My pleasure, Tori. I wish you the best of luck in getting some recognition.

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