Friday, December 30, 2011

Rockid, rocking chair and cradle by Dutch design duo Ontwerpduo.

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

school chaise by Guy Brown. Perfect for school libraries.

Spacesuit: Fashioning Apollo
by Nicholas de Monchaux
(MIT Press)

A story about the triumph of Oldenburg-like soft objects over phallic, rigid ones, and of hard-working seamstresses over hard-nosed engineers.

“Sewing a spacesuit was in many ways similar to sewing a bra or girdle—the Singer machines and pattern templates were identical.” - N. de Monchaux

One if Five Good Books by Adam Gopnik.


Monday, December 26, 2011

Haraboro Cap Toe Apple Calf from Barker Black, "the epitome of modern English refinement", established in the village Earls Bartin in 1880 by Arthur Barker.

Sunday, December 25, 2011

Today would have been Louise Bourgeois' 100th birthday.

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Ансамбль "Берёзка" - "Прялица"

The ensemble "Birch" - "Pryalitsa"

Thanks D.

Friday, December 23, 2011

These American Lives by Ira Glass, Julie Snyder, and Lisa Pollak, producers of This American Life.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Monday, December 19, 2011

Whippet/Dutch Greyhound
Borzoi/Russian Wolfhound

Poring over the beauties at Freckashpeng Hounds.


Saturday, December 3, 2011

minä perhonen:
clothes which do not lose their allure through lapse of time.

Friday, December 2, 2011

Not only was she a skilled and published cartoonist, but Flannery O'Connor loved birds. She made suits of clothes for her chickens as a child, kept over 40 peacocks at a time, and raised over 100 ducks, hens, and geese at her family’s ancestral farm in Andalusia, Georgia. Her peacocks popped up more than once in her work, as in The Displaced Person:

“What a beauti-ful birrrrd!” the priest murmured.
“Another mouth to feed,” Mrs. McIntyre said, glancing in the peafowl’s direction.
“And when does he raise his splendid tail?” asked the priest.
“Just when it suits him,” she said. “There used to be twenty or thirty of those things on the place but I’ve let them die off. I don’t like to hear them scream in the middle of the night.”
“So beauti-ful,” the priest said. “A tail full of suns,” and he crept forward on tiptoe and looked down on the bird’s back where the polished gold and green design began. The peacock stood still as if he had just come down from some sun-drenched height to be a vision for them all ...

“The pleasures and rewards of literary inspiration are nothing beside the rapture of discovering a new organ under the microscope or an undescribed species on a mountainside in Iran or Peru. It is not improbable that had there been no revolution in Russia, I would have devoted myself entirely to lepidopterology and never written any novels at all.”

-Vladimir Nabokov


i like his socks.


Thursday, December 1, 2011

A rendering of the new SFMOMA expansion, by starchitects Snohetta.

"...the final design, to be announced today, devotes considerable space (40,000 square feet) to free public areas, as if to say that the museum is as much a place to gather as it is a place to view art."

- The New York Times