there is a certain sadness in irony
2013-12-06
2013-12-05
"horts" - gesamtkunstwerk or if artists architected.
work of artist victoria campillo, currently exhibited in the design museum barcelona.
its like a wes anderson movie, the aesthetic of authenticity, the poetry of normality, the hilarious fabulousness of humanity.
you should see the whole hundred photographs of selfconstructed sheds, all situated in the Baix Llobregat area of Barcelona.
art is everywhere
2013-12-02
carlo mollino , jack of all trades
this guy really puts me in enduring amazement. "you only live once" at its best - professional skier, architect, photographer, publisher, journalist, inventor, car designer, interior & furniture designer, fashion designer and probably thats not even all. his interior & furniture design captivated me most, therefor i let you make your own picture of his entire work, which is massive. he might be best known for his nude polaroids, but i think the scale between body and space were he worked best.
2013-11-24
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2013-11-03
2013-10-27
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2013-09-30
2013-09-29
2013-06-05
2013-05-20
Honor to whom honor is due.
the petition for honoring denise scott brown postmortem for her contribution as seminal to her husbands' work, the exhibition on eileen gray in the centre pompidou in paris - honor to whom honor is due.
there was a kickstarter-project to fund a documentary on eileen gray's house E1027 and her relations and influence on le corbusier and others. unfortunately, there are far too little supporters for the time being. 20 days left!
In episode 7, season 6 of mad men, this chaise longue, officially designed by le corbusier, gets quite some attention. The influence of eileen gray is evident, the fact that the design actually comes from charlotte perriand, who worked for Le Corbusiers atelier, rather unknown. Behind every great man there is a great woman.
2013-05-19
wings of desire
one of the few films that hit me like a bomb in my heart and won't get out of my head till i die.
When the child was a child
It walked with its arms swinging,
wanted the brook to be a river,
the river to be a torrent,
and this puddle to be the sea.
When the child was a child,
it didn't know that it was a child,
everything was soulful,
and all souls were one.
When the child was a child,
it had no opinion about anything,
had no habits,
it often sat cross-legged,
took off running,
had a cowlick in its hair,
and made no faces when photographed.
Peter Handke
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