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See @saccidental for personal content.
Secret cinema found beneath ParisIn September 2004, French police discovered a hidden chamber in the catacombs under Paris. It contained a full-sized movie screen, projection equipment, a bar, a pressure cooker for making couscous, a professionally installed electricity system, and at least three phone lines. Movies ranged from 1950s noir classics to recent thrillers.
When the police returned three days later, the phone and power lines had been cut and there was a note on the floor: “Do not try to find us.” (via)
This is a thing I must write about.
(Source: somegenericbullshit, via thebearupstairs)
Bloomberg Businessweek (US)
Wooha, best cover of the year so far?
Love this :D
(saw a little preview on the SPD award little programme book)
It’s next weeks cover Bloomberg Businessweek: “For Euro crisis relief: bang head here”
Creative Director Richard Turley carries also a great blog, check it when you have a chance…
Creative Director: Richard Turley
Design Director: Cynthia Hoffman
Graphic Director: Jennifer Daniel
Graphics Editor: Kenton Powell, Evan Applegate
Director of Photography: David Carthas
Art Director: Robert Vargas
Designers: Maayan Pearl, Lee Wilson, Chandra Illick and Shawn Hasto
Design Manager: Emily Anton
Here’s a print I made in Etching class. I cut the copper plate to the shape of the glass so the bevel (glass) is what contains the print (beer).
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#Divers, brillante corto de animación de Paris Mavroidis #shortfilm
Photos I Wish I Had Taken is such a nice little tumblr blog.
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By Joel Sternfeld in American Prospects via Amy Stein.
Beethoven, this is; I didn’t know until today. It sounds modern in a way. It is also the opening song for the film The Fall.
San Francisco is a Wonderland and these girls (“half-Chinese, duh” -their older sister and photographer) are like twin Alices in the moment of meeting the Caterpillar. In his hand he holds a Mandarin orange, not to eat or to consider, but as an extension of his person. Part Buddha, part explosion at a craft store, our sloppy mystic exists on a higher, slightly uneven plane that we only mistakenly perceive to be a city bus on the Chinatown route.
He could be the nephew of the Best Dressed Man in the World. I see the same flair for color layering, hopefully a strong genetic trait, with a bit still to be desired in the presentation department. Although, to his credit as an individual, somewhere in there appears to be a necklace made of potholder loops. Even hipsters of the most iron constitutions might not have that kind of courage.
Photos by Catherine Beadles, March 2012.