December 2009
21 posts
Never Content (Friend’s Tropic Thunder...
To the ether…
The More That I Do :: The...
:: Hiver, Je t'aime ::
Winter. After 26 years, I finally get you. Not just get you, I love you. The white and grey snow, blue skies and icy patches. I can even tolerate your cold winds as long as snowflakes fly alongside them. It’s all lovely. Lovely, but conditional. Highly conditional. I still cannot love you, dear Winter, in the city. Nor in the barren and exhausting month of February (what sort of black magic...
:: Always staring at my feet... ::
“Summer Camp” by Summer Camp hits hard. There is no mp3. Go to the band’s website to check it out. Included the equally as good “Ghost Train” here instead.
:: Cybernetic Spaceship Construction ::
Sometimes I wish I had friends who loved buildings as much as I do. Aesthetics combined with functionality lead to great possibilities in psychological and emotional experience. Spaces set the tone; reflect who we are and who we want to be. A great design challenges us to think beyond our current paradigm and to move in different directions.
When I saw Zaha Hadid’s design for the Abu Dhabi...
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:: Feliz Natal e Boas Festas ::
Knock knock. I opened my door and there stood my lovely landlord Maria. Maria is a middle-age mama from France. She has round cheeks, a kind face and a warm smile. She speaks French and Portuguese, but no English.
I am a twenty-something student from Canada. I also have round cheeks, but my face is less kind and my smile belongs to the Cheshire Cat. I speak English, very little French and...
:: Gigi: Maintentant ::
This album doesn’t arrive until January 26th, 2010 but I’m already madly in love with it. The 60s pop infused songs and guest appearances from the likes of Owen Pallett and Karl Blau, make me long for the days of Ed Sullivan and bouffant hair dos. Maybe I’ll meet a boy named Johnny who’ll ask me to the drive-in? We’ll sing each other candy-coated songs of teenage...
:: Nostalgia and Movement ::
Memory Tapes: elicits in me an urge to get on my bike and ride far, far away to a land of play and [reckless] youthful adventure. Maybe a beach somewhere with bare feet, starry skies and lots of wine.
(Photo credit: Julien Her)
Hey Doc Brown. I’m wearing my Mary Quant...
