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Frequently, outside a big hardware and appliance chain called GOME, young people can be seen holding up boards, and banners, clearly promoting the current special offers, new products and other commercial messages. The format is reminiscent of that of demonstrators, holding up boards with protest slogans.
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In an interview with an American sinologist, about the 60th anniversary celebrations in China, about I came across some comments that I find interesting in relation to the above mentioned observation:
“The Western eye might see the slogans as blatant propaganda, but (…) the Chinese see it more like an advertisement.”
“Propaganda is simply making the case for the kind of product you have to sell — whether it’s a candidate or it’s a policy, or whether it’s something to buy”
“Thirty years ago, the party’s message might have been the only one to see on the streets of China’s cities. But now, (…) “these slogans [party slogans] have to compete with actual advertisements for products.”
The whole interview can be found at:
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=113469963&ps=cprs
In Guangzhou I’ve noticed that many residential buildings in the city center are covered with mosaic tiles often creating seemingly random patterns. I don’t know if this is typical for this part of China, or whether is something particular to Guangzhou.
In the mood for a bit of playing around I decided to make a version of the name Guangzhou using some photos I took of the tiles. Using a free font that I found online (made by Fontfabric) I changed the letters into 3D building blocks. Legible? Not so much! Fun? Well I had some, while making this.

Going on a shopping spree yesterday afternoon, in the horrifically busy Beijing Lu area, I felt much like one of the the fish in the Guanxiao Temple pond. Surrounded, fighting for space, and not about to give an inch. Never again will I go there on a Saturday afternoon (or ever for that matter).
Last night, Nan, and some of her fellow students, invited me to join them for dinner at Xiao Zhou village. The occasion was mid-autumn festival, an evening when most Chinese get together with their families. In the village, children were walking around with paper lanterns. Students dressed up in costumes (cos-play according to my students) heading to a party. Fire-crackers were constantly being set off, and my friends brought huge paper lanterns (like the south american globos) on which we all wrote wishes before releasing them above the river. It was a clear night, and the moon was full and bright. On release our lanterns rapidly made their way over the motorway overpass nearby, reaching a great height within less than 30 seconds.

Me.
