2016年4月18日 星期一

Final project


Might Be a Spy.
                                          -project by Lee Yung Ki, Yoki




Might Be a Spy is a project launched to address the vulnerability of smartphone charging through USB connections. As part of the project, a charging booth equipped with a pre-programmed ic is placed in public. When the charging port is idle, a screen would show images advertising the free charging function of the booth. Hence, while the charger is connected to a supporting device directly, a warning poster would pop up on the screen with 5-seconds countdown, followed by disclosure of data extracted from the connected device; whilst if the connection is made through a provided USB condom, the device would function as a normal(safe) charging booth.  

The prototype of the charging booth only supports Android devices. The hacking of data from devices would either based on SDK/ADB commands directly, or by automatic download of APK files to the connected device.

Might Be a Spy presents an earthy, yet conceptually distant, unenlightened technological threat as an actual experience to users. Thus, it gives an example of low-tech, analog solutions to tackle digital pitfalls.



Yoki is an artist whose work diverges from writing, objects, installations, photography and animation.

a glimpse on final project




2016年4月9日 星期六

List of Control

1) Google map tracked my location even when the GPS+wi-fi is turned off. Thus, it combined my search history on Google search engine and made assumption/adjustment of where I've stayed for some while. (In the 2nd image, it was right that I've been to soho/lkf, however the exact locations of where I spent my time was not true. It indicates spots of which I googled, but not where I actually went to.)



2)  Reaction to ad-blocker on the guardians website.


3) Designed/determined flow of people in shopping mall




2016年4月1日 星期五

Assignment 7a: Reading "What the Body Told" by Rafael Campo@Connecting Space HK

I went to Connecting Space HK, setup the camera and read a poem in front of one of the installation piece. I wanted to break two typical/consensual rules of exhibition space: 1)no video recordings, 2) not to talk loudly. 

The gallery lady was quite nice and she didn't interrupt me until I finish reading. However I forgot to set a camera to capture her reactions, so I only have her voice as reference. Also, during the documentation, I stopped the recording once without true intention. Thus so the documentation are spread into two. Part of the conversation is missed out, but it does not really affect the presentation of the action.





What the Body ToldBY RAFAEL CAMPO

Not long ago, I studied medicine.
It was terrible, what the body told.
I’d look inside another person’s mouth,
And see the desolation of the world.
I’d see his genitals and think of sin.

Because my body speaks the stranger’s language,
I’ve never understood those nods and stares.
My parents held me in their arms, and still
I think I’ve disappointed them; they care
And stare, they nod, they make their pilgrimage

To somewhere distant in my heart, they cry.
I look inside their other-person’s mouths
And see the wet interior of souls.
It’s warm and red in there—like love, with teeth.
I’ve studied medicine until I cried

All night. Through certain books, a truth unfolds.
Anatomy and physiology,
The tiny sensing organs of the tongue—
Each nameless cell contributing its needs.
It was fabulous, what the body told.