As the police approached, the timing was too perfect for me to even realize it in the moment. I was already 50 or so into a stack of my misprinted t-shirts without one that looked like something I would buy in a store. The nature of the crowd that had formed arond me on the corner of Jones and Golden Gate Avenue went from curious to cautious. Making the matter even a bit more precarious, the police officer was wearing matching blue rubber gloves. "You cant sell stuff here." was the way he introduced himself, "I'm not, the shirts are free." his reply, was almost automatic, "Why"? ...I have to admit he'd asked a great question.
These images tell but one aspect of a past story by Hugh Leeman. They were accompanied by oil paintings and an international street art campaign.