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  3. gasoline-station:

    [Orange Square]

    by d-Arkroom

    (Source: archatlas)

     
  4. eatsleepdraw:

    Pantone map of Manhattan by Scott Modrzynski available here.

     
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  6. "I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?"
    — Vincent Van Gogh
     
  7. fuckyeahbehindthescenes:

    It normally took 11 to 12 hours to render a single frame of Sulley because of his 2.3 million individually animated hair strands.

    Monsters, Inc. (2001)

     
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  9. under-radar-mag:

    I should know better by now. Last week I wrote up my 10 favorite moments from this season so far, and gave Prince Oberyn an honorable mention with the caveat that I was confident his best moment was coming this week. I thought there was no way someone as decadently enjoyable as “The Red Viper” could easily outwit the monstrous brute that is “The Mountain.” I forgot what show I was watching. (via Game of Thrones: “The Mountain and the Viper” (Season 4: Episode 8) Recap/Analysis | Under the Radar - Music Magazine)

     
  10. eatsleepdraw:

    Peekaboo

     
  11. 3rdquartermoon:

    ☽☮☾

    (via ywgn)

     
  12. vintageeveryday:

    Fun At the Beach - Penny Farthing, ca. 1930s.

     
  13. interiorsporn:

    via livet hemma ikea

     
  14. joshwool:

    New work coming soon. 

    Sam Dunning for JJ Hat Center/Pork + Pie Hatters

     
  15. teachingliteracy:

    Expired by Kerry Mansfield

    Statement:

    In elementary school I spent many lost afternoons hiding in the library nook reading while settled deeply into a green vinyl beanbag chair surrounded by the scent of musty paper. The first rite of passage upon learning how to write one’s name was to inscribe it on a library check-out card promising the book’s safe journey and return. I remember reading the list of names that had come before me and cradling the feeling that I was a part of this book’s history and it’s shared, communal experience exposed by curly-Q handwritten names and room assignments revealing repeat customers devouring the book beyond it’s deadline. An act of declaration that’s dissolving faster than we can see as cards are removed permanently and bar codes take their place.

    The Japanese term “wabi-sabi” is described as the art of finding beauty in imperfection and of accepting the natural cycle of growth, decay and death. But unlike the American culture focused on spectacle, wabi-sabi is underplayed and modest, the kind of undeclared beauty that waits patiently to be discovered. It’s found in time-worn faces of expired library books that have traveled through many hands, and across county lines until they have reached their final resting place at ex-library warehouses where safe harbors are found in Costco-sized rows of “discards” and “withdrawns” rising within inches of the ceiling. 

    The volumes documented in “Expired” serve as specimens akin to post-mortem photography in the Victorian Era when family members only received the honor of documentation upon their demise. Each picture serves as an homage calling out palpable echoes etched into the pages by a margin-scrawled note, a yellowed coffee splatter or sticky peanut butter and jelly fingerprints. It’s easy to feel a sense of abuse and loss, but they say much more. They show the evidence of everyone that has touched them, because they were well read, and often well loved. They were not left on shelves, untouched. Now they have a new life, as portraits of the unique shared experience found only in a library book. We must take time to celebrate the swiftly disappearing, unique communal experience offered by library books as it’s quickly replaced by downloads, finger screen-swipes and plastic newness. If you listen carefully you can hear the aching poetry calling from tattered pages that carry the burden of their years with dignity and grace.

    Check our first post of Kerry Mansfield’s Expired.