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Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Hotel Palenque
Robert Smithson (January 2, 1938 – July 20, 1973)
In 1967 Smithson began exploring industrial areas around New Jersey and was fascinated by the sight of dump trucks excavating tons of earth and rock that he described in an essay as the equivalents of the monuments of antiquity. This resulted in the series of ‘non-sites’ in which earth and rocks collected from a specific area are installed in the gallery as sculptures, often combined with mirrors or glass. In September 1968, Smithson published the essay “A Sedimentation of the Mind: Earth Projects” in Artforum that promoted the work of the first wave of land art artists, and in 1969 he began producing land art pieces to further explore concepts gained from his readings of William S. Burroughs, J.G. Ballard, and George Kubler. (…) On July 20, 1973, Smithson died in a plane crash, while surveying sites for his work Amarillo Ramp in Texas. He was 35 years old. Despite his early death, and relatively few surviving major works, Smithson has a cult following amongst many contemporary artists. Wikipedia
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Fucking Hell
A German company has won the rights to brew Fucking Hell beer, named after the German town of Fucking and a term for a light ale, "hell." In 2004, the town of Fucking had the option to change its name—so many of its signs were being stolen—but residents of the ancient city voted against it. (Via The Morning News.)
FROM PARIS
Isabelle Rivoire-Grange Panties
Isabelle Rivoire-Grange is a stylist, graphic designer and art director, and she makes some of the hottest panties around.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
breath
I see your face in my mind as I drive away,
Cause none of us thought it was gonna end that way.
People are people,
And sometimes we change our minds.
But its killing me to see you go after all this time.
Mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
Music starts playin like the end of a sad movie,
Its the kinda ending you dont really wanna see.
Cause its tragedy and it'll only bring you down,
Now I dont know what to be without you around.
And we know its never simple,
Never easy.
Never a clean break, no one here to save me.
Youre the only thing I know like the back of my hand,
And I cant,
Breathe,
Without you,
But I have to,
Breathe,
Without you,
But I have to.
Never wanted this, never wanna see you hurt.
Every little bump in the road I tried to swerve.
But people are people,
And sometimes it doesnt work out,
Nothing we say is gonna save us from the fall out.
And we know its never simple,
Never easy.
Never a clean break, no one here to save me.
Youre the only thing I know like the back of my hand,
And I cant,
Breathe,
Without you,
But I have to,
Breathe,
Without you,
But I have to.
Its two a.m.
Feelin' like I just lost a friend.
Hope you know its not easy,
Easy for me.
Its two a.m.
Feelin like I just lost a friend.
Hope you know this aint easy,
Easy for me.
And we know its never simple,
Never easy.
Never a clean break, no one here to save me.
Ohhh
I cant,
Breathe,
Without you,
But I have to,
Breathe,
Without you,
But I have to.
Sorry (oh) Sorry (mmm)
Sorry (eh eh) Sorry (mmm)
Sorry (eh eh) Sorry (mmm)
Sorry
Monday, March 22, 2010
Friday, March 19, 2010
Dirty Hands
Dirty Hands
I recently experienced my 15 minutes of internet fame with these pac--man-esque rings that I made, but received loads of flack via comments on various websites about how disgusting my thumb was.
What's coincidental is that just a few days before the whole "dirty thumb" debacle, I put out a call on my blog asking for artists to send me photos of their hard worked hands. I only got a few, and am still looking for more. Here are some I received, and a few more I found on the internet. I like to call the wee series, "By Our Hands We Live."
My lovely hands.
Wool dyer extraordinaire, Gail Callahan's hands
which produce wools like this:
Hands belonging to a pastel artist I found on Flickr.
A printmaker's hands, via Flickr.
And lastly, a very cool poster by Roland Tiangco, that you can only make visible by rubbing inky hands over. Via Printeresting.
Design Can Save the World
When you live on $3 a day, living sustainable isn't an option, its a necessity. Through socially responsible design, architects and designers have the opportunity to make change. Even if its just a small step. The Problem: More than a billion people lack easy access to clean drinking water, forcing them to carry water great distances. The Solution: The Hippo Roller by Project H Design. A simple barrel of recycled materials, grooved for traction and designed to roll over rough terrain using a simple push handle. The Hippo Rollers sides taper up at the ends to minimize its contact with the ground, making it easier to roll. The top and bottom of the barrel are rounded so that the barrel can be tilted upright with less effort than a barrel with a flat bottom. Such a simple solution. Such a great example of design that dramatically improves peoples lives by solving a very basic problem.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
THE COACHELLA
• Think comfort first. It gets HOT AS FUCK out there…. expect to see lots of lingere.
• No “Jumpers”. Remember, this is an out door venue which means outdoor restrooms!
• Cut off denim shorts are essential *Our “Sydney” cut-off short is still fucking boss
Here’s the link: http://www.bleachblack.com/?p=9089
Here’s the link: http://www.bleachblack.com/?p=9089
• Bring a bikini or some sort of swimwear. I promise, at some point, you’ll end up in a pool.
• Head pieces (hats/headresses/turbans…). Plan on integrating at least one of these.
• You can bring some sunscreen but don’t get crazy with that shit. You all know
about the vitamin d deficiency epidemic right?! THE SUN IS NOT THE ENEMY!
• Flask it; alcohol gets really expensive
• Leave your purse at the hotel. Bring a chain wallet instead.
• NO heels @ polo fields! I attempted this last year and my feet will never forgive me. OK
to have at your hotel for the after and or pre parties.
via bleach black
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
i wish
i wish
Jag önskar jag kunde gå kläddi något sånt här idag, men det är för kallt för det. Ring från YSL, kofta (som även funkar som jacka) från Rogan, leggings från Sass & Bide, nitade Converse från What Comes Around Goes Around, topp från Proenza Schouler och en väska från Magali Pascal.
TRANSLATION!!! I wish I could go dressed in something like this today but it's too cold. Ring from YSL, cardigan (that would work as a jacket aswell) from Rogan, leggings from Sass & Bide, studded Converse from What Comes Around Goes Around, top from Proenza Schouler and a bag from Magali Pascal.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Friday, March 5, 2010
Thursday, March 4, 2010
what is love?
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“I think I might love you."
“I think that’s a stupid thing to say, why would you say something like that?”
“Because when you look at me my toes curl and my stomach flutters.”
“Is that a quote from a book?”
“No. I don’t think so. I don’t know. It all gets a little mixed up sometimes.”
“So you love me like they love in books.”
“Question or statement?”
“Your choice.”
“Question, then. And, yes. I love you like Scarlett loves Rhett, like Elizabeth loves Mr. Darcy, like-”
“Stop, just stop. Don’t love me like that. What happens after the last page?”
“We continue on loving like happily-ever-forever.”
“No, we’d drop off, we'd end. Love isn’t static, it doesn’t continue in a flat line. Who can carry the same tune for years? We rise, we fall, we bump arms and step on each other’s toes. I’ll annoy you because I can’t stand going to Christmas parties and you’ll piss me off because you take an hour to get ready to go grocery shopping. We aren’t a book.”
“So how would you like me to love you then?”
“I don’t. Didn’t I just say I’ll annoy you? You shouldn’t love me, it’s a poor life choice.”
“What if I said it was too late?
“I’d say that’s a shame. But I’d also say that if you have to love me, love me like the moon. Love me when I’m cursing at the GPS because it took me to the-middle-of-nowhere when I clearly said to take me to California. Love me when I’m sitting in wrinkled jeans and a stained shirt that I Febreezed and called clean. Love me when I forgot what you said, forgot your birthday and remembered the stats of the last game. Love me when I wax, love me when I wane. Love me then.”
“Alright. And what about me? How will you love me?”
“I’ll love you like the tides. I’ll love you when you’re sitting in the middle of a million shoes complaining that none will work. I’ll love you when you forget to check the oil, forgot to fill the gas tank, forgot to roll up the windows when you parked. I’ll love you when you burn dinner, when you won’t get off the phone, when you cry at a movie you’ve seen twenty times before. I’ll love you during the low tides, during the high. I’ll love you then”
“And during which will you remember that love is a fool’s choice?”
“Oh, I’ll always remember. But I’m a fool. Remember?”
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“I think I might love you."
“I think that’s a stupid thing to say, why would you say something like that?”
“Because when you look at me my toes curl and my stomach flutters.”
“Is that a quote from a book?”
“No. I don’t think so. I don’t know. It all gets a little mixed up sometimes.”
“So you love me like they love in books.”
“Question or statement?”
“Your choice.”
“Question, then. And, yes. I love you like Scarlett loves Rhett, like Elizabeth loves Mr. Darcy, like-”
“Stop, just stop. Don’t love me like that. What happens after the last page?”
“We continue on loving like happily-ever-forever.”
“No, we’d drop off, we'd end. Love isn’t static, it doesn’t continue in a flat line. Who can carry the same tune for years? We rise, we fall, we bump arms and step on each other’s toes. I’ll annoy you because I can’t stand going to Christmas parties and you’ll piss me off because you take an hour to get ready to go grocery shopping. We aren’t a book.”
“So how would you like me to love you then?”
“I don’t. Didn’t I just say I’ll annoy you? You shouldn’t love me, it’s a poor life choice.”
“What if I said it was too late?
“I’d say that’s a shame. But I’d also say that if you have to love me, love me like the moon. Love me when I’m cursing at the GPS because it took me to the-middle-of-nowhere when I clearly said to take me to California. Love me when I’m sitting in wrinkled jeans and a stained shirt that I Febreezed and called clean. Love me when I forgot what you said, forgot your birthday and remembered the stats of the last game. Love me when I wax, love me when I wane. Love me then.”
“Alright. And what about me? How will you love me?”
“I’ll love you like the tides. I’ll love you when you’re sitting in the middle of a million shoes complaining that none will work. I’ll love you when you forget to check the oil, forgot to fill the gas tank, forgot to roll up the windows when you parked. I’ll love you when you burn dinner, when you won’t get off the phone, when you cry at a movie you’ve seen twenty times before. I’ll love you during the low tides, during the high. I’ll love you then”
“And during which will you remember that love is a fool’s choice?”
“Oh, I’ll always remember. But I’m a fool. Remember?”
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