MS Fashion

MS Fashion

“An employee in Microsoft’s Future Fashion Lab walks to work Thursday morning.”

( via image and joke shamelessly lifted from jedwards)

Office On a Barge

Office On a Barge

In 1955, Ralph Erskine bought the Verona, a retired Thames barge , crossed the North Sea, anchored near his home in Drottningholm, Sweden, and refitted it to be an office for his architecture firm.

Check out scans of the full article from a November 1977 issue of Architectural Design magazine.

( via no2self)
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Nancy Sin On a Whim

Nancy Sin On a Whim

I could have sworn I posted Alex Prager’s photography before, but apparently I was mistaken. It’s been rectified.

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Imagine how many tight scrapes this little guy could help you out of.

Clearly better than any of these guys.

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Mildly obsessed with this pic from the sartorialist last week.

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“I love this dirty town.”

Match me, Sidney!”

"Match me, Sidney!"

Maybe we can recreate this scene from Sweet Smell of Success this weekend, seeing as how 21 basically looks the same downstairs. Let me know cause I’m getting my hair cut today and I need to know which character to do.

“You’re dead, son. Get yourself buried.”

The Night Life of Trees

The Night Life of Trees

The Night Life of Trees features the artwork of artists belonging to the Gond tribe of Central India.

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The Girl Who Played With Fire

The Girl Who Played With Fire

Original cover design for Stieg Larsson’s The Girl Who Played With Fire. The final cover is brighter, but ultimately less striking. It gorgeously incorporates the partially obscured Trade Gothic type motif of Larsson’s first book, The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo.

Designed one of my favorite cover artists, Peter Mendelsund.

His daughter drew up a version as well.

Endings are hard. Everybody knows. It’s probably because in our own beginningless endless Y-shaped lives things so rarely seem to end truly and properly–they end, but not with The End–that we love and need stories: rushing toward their sweet conclusions as though they rushed toward us, our eyes damp and breasts warm with guilty gratification, or grinning in delight and laughing at ourselves, and at them too, at the impossible endings; we read and we watch and we say in our hearts, This couldn’t happen, and we also say, But here it is, happening.

—John Crowley, Endless Things

Weird, I was just thinking about them yesterday when I saw some helvetica sign where the letters all overlapped and wondering if they were still around.

I’m trying to analyze the master’s vibes.

—John Shirley to Rudy Rucker