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  1. JDI, ditto the cringe sentiment. though it's nearly impossible to not sound like a complete deuche when describing ones motives & process, art is just deuchy like that. that's why I generally keep it to myself and you & the crew, as you well know, ha the sonar thing is def badass, but other than that the only stuff that moved me was the tape chick and Koen Delaere, arguably the least 'new media' of the bunch.
  2. solid gold. this will keep me busy for quite a while.
  3. feats of organization and dedication of time & effort like that get the highest respect from me. I'm trying to incorporate all those aspects into my work these days.
  4. looks like you follow the same blog/tumblr I do.. http://drawingarchitecture.tumblr.com/ thing is so dope.
  5. the depth on those is insane. really dig em.
  6. one of the blogs I follow dropped these gems today. stay crispy. http://www.uniformwares.com http://www.uniformwares.com http://www.junghans.de
  7. radical. looking forward to some pics. really cool to do that for someone, futura.
  8. seems like this thread should be called "chairs". I'm def an uber chair nerd and modernism fan at large. the classics like all those above are totally great, but I've become kindof bored of them. here's a few gems by some younger studios that I've come across. http://www.pottingerandcole.co.uk/index.html http://www.boettcher-henssler.de/projects_de.html http://www.luurdesign.com/hopelessdiamond.html http://misewell.com/news.asp http://www.darestudio.co.uk/Default.aspx http://www.imaginaryoffice.se tip of the iceburg.
  9. few things irritate me more than super talented people doing the corniest shit ever. this guy and the sidewalk chalk dude drive me fucking bananas.
  10. this blog is pretty much single handedly responsible for the recent maturation of my eye and taste in fine art. do. not. sleep. http://mrkiki.tumblr.com
  11. don't sleep on layer blending modes. black text/image on white background use multiply.. white on black use screen.
  12. finished this epic undertaking just this evening: LOUIS I KAHN Born in Estonia in 1901, Louis Isidore Kahn was to become one of the United States' most important architects of the post-war period, alongside the modern masters Mies van der Rohe, Walter Gropius and Le Corbusier. Although renowned for a number of seminal modern works, he came to question many of the precepts of the modern movement. He questioned with particular rigour the ability of the 'international style of modernism' to house the social spaces required by the latter half of the century. about to start: BREUER HOUSES Breuer, like many architects who work simultaneously on small- and large-scale commissions, used residential architecture as a laboratory for all of his design ideas. Not only is the quality and quantity of Breuer's residential output impressive, but when it is seen in sequence one can perceive a development of his spatial mastery and expertise. Because of their interplay of spaces and daring juxtaposition of materials, Breuer's houses have had a profound influence on residential architecture around the world and on many generations of young designers.
  13. holler. lower dens twin sister night control tennis echo tongues computer magic pure ecstasy toro y moi cults guards the oh sees night control sleep over phish
  14. my annual post of the greatest xmas story ever. worth the read for you newbz, enjoy.. uncle beards _____________ 'Twas the Fight before Christmas by Rick Reilly, Sports Illustrated You can take all your Tiny Tims and your Grinches and your Miracles on Whatever Street and stuff them in your stocking. The best Christmas story is about a boxer. It starts the day in 1918 when a doctor tells a slender heavyweight named Billy Miske that his bum kidneys give him five years to live, if he's lucky. Turns out he's dying of Bright's disease. This comes as rotten news to Billy, who's only 24 years old and not half bad in the ring. He's good enough to fight guys like future light heavyweight champ Harry Greb twice to 10-round draws, which is sort of like tying with a twister. Still, the doc says if Billy's smart, he'll find a comfortable couch and retire right now. Problem is, almost nobody but Billy knows he's up to his ears in debt, being $100,000 in the hole because the car distributorship he operates in St. Paul doesn't distribute near enough cars. Billy's weakness as a salesman is that he's too trusting. He keeps counting on his friends to pay up, and mostly they don't. So Billy keeps the kidney news to himself and decides to continue fighting and paying what he owes. In fact, Billy fights 30 more times after the doc's death sentence, including bust-ups with guys like Tommy Gibbons, who was knocked out only one time in his career, and three dances with Jack Dempsey, once for the title in 1920. Dempsey hits people only slightly harder than a bus, and in that title bout he belts Billy once so flush in the heart that Billy goes down for a nine count. In those nine seconds a purple welt the size of a baseball pops up on Billy's chest, scaring Dempsey half to death. But then Billy himself pops up, wanting more. Dempsey knocks him clean out less than a minute later, this time with an anvil to the jaw, as Dempsey is trying to get the fight over before one of them faints, maybe Dempsey. "I was afraid I'd killed him," Dempsey says afterward, but Billy's kidneys are doing a good job of that all by themselves. By the fall of 1923, Billy is dying fast. He looks like a broomstick on a diet. He's too weak to work out, much less prizefight. The only thing thinner than Billy's arms is his wallet. He hasn't had a bout since January, which is trouble, because Christmas is coming up hard. Well, Billy isn't about to face his wife, Marie, and their three young kids, Billy Jr., Douglas and Donna, tapped out for his last Christmas, so he goes to his longtime manager, Jack Reddy, and asks him for one last fight. Reddy says no chance. "I don't like to say this," Reddy tells him, "but if you went in the ring now, in your condition, you might get killed." "What's the difference?" Billy answers. "It's better than waiting for it in a rocking chair." Reddy chews on that for a while and comes up with a proposition: "Do one thing for me. Go to the gym, start working out, and let's see if you can get into some kind of condition. Then we'll talk." Billy says no can do. He says there's no way he can work out. He says he's got one last fight in him, and maybe not even that. A softie, Reddy arranges a Nov. 7 bout in Omaha against a brawler named Bill Brennan, who went 12 rounds with Dempsey and is still meaner than 10 miles in brand-new shoes. True to his word, Billy doesn't get any nearer the gym than his aspirin bottle. He stays in hiding, slurping bowls of chicken soup and boiled fish, and rarely making it out of bed. But he turns up in Omaha on the appointed night, survives four rounds with Brennan and cashes a check for $2,400. That check buys the best Christmas the Miskes ever have. The kids come flying downstairs in the morning to a Christmas tree, a toy train, a baby-grand piano and presents stacked higher than they can reach. They eat like Rockefellers and sing like angels and laugh all day. Do you know, the only smile bigger in Minneapolis that day than the ones on the faces of those three Miske kids is on Billy's mug. The next morning Billy calls Reddy and whispers, "Come and get me, Jack. I'm dying." Reddy rushes Billy to St. Mary's Hospital, but the doctors can't do a thing. On New Year's Day 1924, Billy, 29, dies of kidney failure. That's it, really. Except that if you ever pass through Omaha and run into an old-timer, ask him about the prizefight that day, the one that gave Billy Miske the finish he wanted, the one he won in four rounds, over Bill Brennan, by a knockout.
  15. I did a gig with taz about a year ago. decent dude. hustle.
  16. top props. always admire how these dudes keep their crew like a family.
  17. looks like fun, but with all that clutter, I would probably have an aneurysm just setting foot in that place :lol:
  18. would be a decent show if it weren't for the goddamn annoying narration all the time. two thumbs down.
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