Good wood - stunning ‘Trialog’ Chair by Philipp Von Hase
"My heart wants roots. My mind wants wings. I cannot bear their bickerings."
E. Y. Harburg (via borgian)
We’re on our way out of the renaissance and into the fin de siècle by way of Genova, Aix en Provence and a gypsy caravan in Burgundy. Our chariot is packed to the gills (well done Ben) and spartapuss is in his new urban tote. To the sea!
"The fact that our friends who were creative people totally got it, but the business-y type people we spoke with were totally baffled by it, was a strong sign to us that this was something worth doing."
Monte Carlo. Lunch stop. I have genuinely never even imagined a super-yacht with a helicopter on it, and room for two speedboats in the bottom.
You can imagine the conversations that we had after seeing this….thing…over sandwiches and cola.
As I said at the time, I am both repulsed and aroused, disgusted and attracted. A juxtaposition of emotions inspiring fierce battles within my mind. My soul. I came close to a deadly sin there, I tell ya.
But as I’ve never been to a super-rich tax haven playground, it was rather exciting to be there, and indeed to see with my own eyes not just one super-yacht (tho only one had the helicopter) but many. Taunting me. Which I must not rise to.
Also, I mostly recognised this strangely nature-free miniplace from years of watching other people play Grand Prix on PSX.
while my prof was setting up for his lecture…
excuse me while I reblog this for the 36th time
Ivan Puig, Artificial Growths (2008).
I saw the picture before the title and thought “sinking,” not “growing.” I am pleased with the discrepancy.
"The Zapatista conception of nationhood is a fluid one. It is malleable in the hands of each individual. Engaging a diversity of tactics in the struggle against…pervasive oppression is not only pragmatic, but it indicates that the refusal to be limited by ideological schisms is the future of a decentralized, autonomous liberation movement."
*Ha ha ha, so long 2013