brian eccl park

even good men need a little grace.

designed-for-life:

Recycled Newspaper Installation

Who says art can’t be eco-friendly? Recycled Shadow is a installation by Spanish architectural collective Meva. First, they folded hundreds of old newspaper pages into windmills. Next, the windmills were hung up on nylon mesh to create suspended sculptures. This simple act provided shade to anyone who happened to pass by.

The project itself was undertaken after the London Municipal center found that 100 extra tons of paper waste are created by newspapers.

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When I was in college I’d go out a lot, but I wasn’t the guy that was the centre of everyone’s attention, I was usually standing awkwardly in the corner. But just because you’re standing in the corner doesn’t mean you don’t love to dance. That’s what this song is about I guess, dance like no one’s watching.

James Vincent McMorrow

in retrospect

in retrospect

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radicaldan:

Tekkonkinkreet (2006)

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Does the cosmos contain keys for opening up my diving bell? A subway line with no terminus? A currency strong enough to buy my freedom back? We must keep looking. I’ll be off now.

Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly

Mithra-Grandchamp is the women we were unable to love, the chances we failed to seize, the moments of happiness we allowed to drift away.

Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly

The city, that monster with a hundred mouths and a thousand ears, a monster that knows nothing but says everything, has written me off.

Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly

Nothing was missing, except me. I was elsewhere.

Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly

I am fading away. Slowly but surely. Like the sailor who watches the home shore gradually disappear, I watch my past recede.

Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly

No one can predict whether Théophile will be happy; but it is certain that he will live in the shadows.

Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly

there is so little left from the warmth of the sun

"Are you there Jean-Do?" she asks anxiously over the air.

And I have to admit that at times I do not know anymore.