One thing I didn't share from the New York trip to the Indigenous New Media Symposium was following the visit on our way to get dinner we came across a venue of an art opening. I don't have a pic coz my phone was dead but on one wall about 14ft tall were about 10 dream catchers with a hand painted poem on the wall scripted in some cheesy high school 'I'm a rebel, look at me mom I'm pretending I'm Indian to get back at you and show my independence, crap". To the left of that was a huge 5' x 7' canvas print photo of what appeared to be a very pale girl with blonde hair and painted on 'tribal' tattoos with her back  to the viewer donning a headdress. I looked to my girl and as we neared the door out of curiosity we saw lots of blonde people wearing faux leather buckskin fringe attire with beadwork that came straight from Urban Outfitters as accessories. It was then we both turned back to the street knowing, there's no difference if we go in or not. It's a movement now. Like throwing a pebble at a tank. It's the appropriation apocalypse. My efforts now are aimed at finding patient zero and the hipster headdress outbreak...
