There’s one of these stickers near my house, but I see a couple of them in various places around Capitol Hill. I love the way this sticker renders latex—you can see the shine and gumminess of the material really well. I have no idea what this person is licking (A mask? A sculpture? Their 3D likeness?), but it’s hot! [Eds. Note: It’s a crucifix, upside down.]
This one was waaaaaaaay up on a pole outside our office building. I hate guns, but I liked the randomness of this sticker.
I remember this day was really hot. At first glance I thought, “This is definitely a monkey,” but then I saw the ‘stache and the top hat and realized it was Rich Uncle Pennybags Mr. Monopoly. Or some other coked up monopolist.
Why do you think Horton felt some relief? Or rather, who around Horton felt so relieved that they let out a “phew!”?
As always, if any of these stickers belong to you, please email me at jkeimig@thestranger.com.
