Clip Bag

Form over Function? Who cares. This is a beauty

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En Route

I took the bus to work today. Usually I sit by the window and gaze at people going by. I wonder where people could be traveling to, if they are late, if they had a chance to eat breakfast and if they are cold. I can usually answer all of the above with a glance but sometimes I listen for "stomach talk" and chattering teeth. I've been making an effort to consciously engage all of my senses. Sometimes I fear that if I lose my sight in old age that this loss might define me. Close your eyes. There are Four other fantastic ways to engage in the world.

Like I said, I took the bus to work today- surprisingly on schedule, had a smoothie for breakfast and was mildly overheated on the bus. If one was observing me they might see a bead of sweat meander on my stubble. Sometimes I wonder if people have the same questions as I do... Not because I think they are brilliant questions or anything but rather because I realize that there are billions of people in world and it is probable that one might share my curiosities. 

I took the bus to work today and the window seats were taken. I don't blame anyone for taking my seat but I do think I have the right to be silently annoyed. Sometimes I feel an overwhelming sense of ownership over public spaces. At times it helps to maintain the beauty in the shared spaces of my city and at other times I find it hard to co-exist. I'm in my 20s and I'm still learning how to share. I think this is something we should all admit to ourselves at least once in a lifetime.

I took the bus to work today and I sat opposite a young boy wearing a stunning shirt. It was elaborately encrypted with a secret code that a realist might call pattern. I am a dreamer and I often see things upside down. It is this type of thinking that is often shunned but ironically enough leads to innovation. I wondered where he was going, if he was late, if he was enjoying his banana and most importantly if he was greasy or sweating. As I went through my list of questions I became transfixed by the design of his shirt. 

I took the bus to work today and traveled a new route. I worked through the maze on his shirt weaving in and out of fibers and dyes in hopes of reaching an exotic destination. Instead, I found an infinity of loops and swirls creating a cycle that could only be repeated. I was in awe. The bus came to a startling halt and I spiraled out of my adventure unharmed.

I took the bus to work today and was reminded of the simple pleasures of good design and passive interaction.

Hyrbrid No. 2

"HYBRID collection was inspired by the mythologies of parahumans. This anthro chair unions with its owner, merging into one. It is entirely handmade, a special leather has been selected and a lacquered paint finish has been applied on wood to mimic the appearance of a bunny and create an animalistic feeling on the user." 

-Merve Kahraman

Flower Children

Bloom magazine created by trend forecaster Lidewij Edelkoort.

Valentin Loellmann

I immediately fell in love with Loellmann's "m.&mme. 2011" furniture collection a few weeks ago and I've been thinking about it ever since. I love how the pieces feel like they could be a faun just learning how to walk. There's something about it that's so whimsical yet very sophisticated because of the materials used. I can't help but whisper thank you into the air and hope that it dances in the night sky and into the heart of this wonderful designer.

The images above are from an earlier collection called "Past Memories". As I listen to the sweet sound of James Vincent McMarrow, I too am feeling quite nostalgic.

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Tom Dixon

Tom Dixon launched his new line of furniture and I had the pleasure of drooling all over it yesterday at Klaus.

Simply put, Extremism is a life style.

Elongation

Photographer: Ausra Osipaviciute

Hands (a collection)

Tie a piece of string around my finger to remind me.

Goodbye Summer, you were good to me

Year three of design school has begun and I'm already anticipating an eventful year. I'll try to keep you posted every step of the way as I stumble upon brilliant architecture, melt into imaginative interiors and glorify my fickle muses.I drew this portrait one night a few weeks ago by computer light. I think it describes my state of being as I enter a new school year. (A bit worried, perhaps with a pinch of angst and emphasis on the art of being aware.) My eyes are wide open and I'm observing. Through observation and a soaring imagination, I create. This is my craft. This is my bag.

Hello Dolly

Dolly acts a soundtrack on a quest to find the love.
Mama says there’ll be days like this and Baby June says to lay in bed with metaphor. Embracing both concepts, a mix of country, folk and soul, let your imagination run wild.

Imagine a city built of your very own hopes and dreams, and successes and failures. Think outside of what you know as architecture. In fact, think Seussian! How does a failure to fly look on Mulberry Street just outside of your downtown? How does a promotion at work play with your skyline? How does a truffula tree look beside an evergreen?
Here, the sun always shines and the rain always falls. It’s a place where people stop to talk to at least one stranger a day and where parks and picnics are plentiful. A place where overbearing towers mope in contrast to cutester, Ivory cladded houses all washed in sepia.
This is a world frozen in the past captured on a faded Polaroid always struggling to enter the present and yearning for a future. As you let this conceptualized world enter your atmosphere it begins to crumble. How does a city survive when you yourself have stopped dreaming and have lost hope? How does a city thrive when your failures outweigh your successes? And how do we please the people with fickle weather and dismal browns?
Perhaps you were never meant to be an urban planner and by no means will he ever create a world in 6 days. You’re no Alsop or Gehry and you may be disowned if you claimed to be the G O D. (It’s best to leave it up to the professionals.) But as this world continues to crumble, take time to smirk, if only to yourself, for one day, your hope will be ample and your dreams lucid. Until then, don’t be afraid to dream in Sepia. You’ve gotta start somewhere before you spin a colour wheel. It’s not the end of a world we’ve dreamed up together; it’s merely the beginning.