No more flyers and religious pamphlets. Essentially, anything that isn’t addressed. Where I live, the postal service honours signs like these.
It keeps my mailbox clear and reduces waste. I’m tired of being bombarded with advertisements without consent. And judging by how the recycling bin next to the mailboxes is always full of ads, my neighbours feel the same.
Two years on, I’m still getting mail addressed to the guy I bought the place from (he died shortly after). I write “Deceased. Please Forward”. I’ve been up to the post office they swear they will take care of it but still it come. His realtor says they did a forwarding to his daughters and even paid for the “extra” forwarding. I think the mailman is a dick.
"People are taking the piss out of you everyday. They butt into your life, take a cheap shot at you and then disappear. They leer at you from tall buildings and make you feel small. They make flippant comments from buses that imply you’re not sexy enough and that all the fun is happening somewhere else. They are on TV making your girlfriend feel inadequate. They have access to the most sophisticated technology the world has ever seen and they bully you with it. They are The Advertisers and they are laughing at you.
You, however, are forbidden to touch them. Trademarks, intellectual property rights and copyright law mean advertisers can say what they like wherever they like with total impunity.
Fuck that. Any advert in a public space that gives you no choice whether you see it or not is yours. It’s yours to take, re-arrange and re-use. You can do whatever you like with it. Asking for permission is like asking to keep a rock someone just threw at your head.
You owe the companies nothing. Less than nothing, you especially don’t owe them any courtesy. They owe you. They have re-arranged the world to put themselves in front of you. They never asked for your permission, don’t even start asking for theirs."
No more flyers and religious pamphlets. Essentially, anything that isn’t addressed. Where I live, the postal service honours signs like these.
It keeps my mailbox clear and reduces waste. I’m tired of being bombarded with advertisements without consent. And judging by how the recycling bin next to the mailboxes is always full of ads, my neighbours feel the same.
I also have one, but how does it reduce waste?
The stuff is still printed and sent.
They’ll have to adjust their output when too much of the stuff comes back.
Two years on, I’m still getting mail addressed to the guy I bought the place from (he died shortly after). I write “Deceased. Please Forward”. I’ve been up to the post office they swear they will take care of it but still it come. His realtor says they did a forwarding to his daughters and even paid for the “extra” forwarding. I think the mailman is a dick.
"People are taking the piss out of you everyday. They butt into your life, take a cheap shot at you and then disappear. They leer at you from tall buildings and make you feel small. They make flippant comments from buses that imply you’re not sexy enough and that all the fun is happening somewhere else. They are on TV making your girlfriend feel inadequate. They have access to the most sophisticated technology the world has ever seen and they bully you with it. They are The Advertisers and they are laughing at you.
You, however, are forbidden to touch them. Trademarks, intellectual property rights and copyright law mean advertisers can say what they like wherever they like with total impunity.
Fuck that. Any advert in a public space that gives you no choice whether you see it or not is yours. It’s yours to take, re-arrange and re-use. You can do whatever you like with it. Asking for permission is like asking to keep a rock someone just threw at your head.
You owe the companies nothing. Less than nothing, you especially don’t owe them any courtesy. They owe you. They have re-arranged the world to put themselves in front of you. They never asked for your permission, don’t even start asking for theirs."
– Banksy