I was at the Trump protest yesterday in London and took a photograph of a man whose badge made me smile because of the use of the word quite. I tend to use the word quite myself – I was quite upset or quite angry – it’s very tempered, understated and moderate. I love the British humour of the badge with its rather absurd contradiction:
Recently I have worn stickers that have been handed out to me by campaigners rather than badges. Although they share similar concepts they do not have the longevity of badges as objects.
The above photo was taken in 2016 on the day of the Brexit vote; you can see the sticker was already curling up at the edges and destined for the bin at the end of the day.
However I have some of my vintage badges from childhood, teenage and student years. The oldest one is probably the Manchester United one, possibly from the late 60s. Then the Art in Revolution badge was from an exhibition held at the Hayward Gallery in 1971. Free Angela Davis is also circa 1971. The anti-Nazi, Gay Liberation and Jewish student and peace badges were from my time at the University of Sussex and the anti-nuclear FORSA TOMICA ? NO GRASSIE is in Venetian dialect, dating from 1980 when I studied at Ca’Foscari University in Venice: