The ocean currents have an untapped beauty. Untapped till now.
Those clever folks at NASA got their art on and assembled from a huge amount of satellite and computational data the “Perpetual Ocean”. Check out the goodies below and here.
There is this guy out there (industrial designer Samuel Nelson Bernier) who takes recycling to creative level. His Project RE_ is a DIY haven that will tickle a greenie, saver, miser, inventor, xyz-er and/or kid in you. Kid you not! … ahem … never mind … For the iThingy lover who still wants to draw like in the olden days, we have a stylus made of a metallic paint brush, an eraser tip and some conductive foam. And Bob’s your uncle! And there is always a way to reuse those cans that lives up to the phrase “pushing iron”.
There is a gal out there (artist Jihyun Ryou) who can show you how to “Save Food from the Refrigerator”. I like her. See, she listened to those who observed what food needs to survive without technology, i.e. the refrigerator. She listened to the traditional oral knowledge and designed little shelves with add-ons that let you dry that parsley how it’s supposed to be dried, keep those spring onions upright and at right humidity to stay fresh longer, store eggs so they do not absorb refrigerator smells and can be tested for freshness right there and then. Ooo! Yummy! Did I say I like her?
There are these two dudes (designer Yves Béhar and entrepreneur Assaf Wand) who banded together and made pill popping, or rather storing, dosing, transporting and cutting, a beautiful proposition to those of us who are on a pharmaceutical regiment. Sabi is the name. A pill folio?! One could not enjoy one’s secret life as pill popping celebrity in more style and still, at least initially, keep it under the radar. And if in a sharing mood, there is a pill splitter, too. Oh my my, the parties! But seriously. We all need nice design no matter the reason why those pills are in our lives.
Frank Ocean – Super Rich Kids | 6th Borough Project – Settle | Major Lazer – Get Free | Norah Jones – Say Goodbye | Nas – Cherry Wine feat. Amy Winehouse | 9th Wonder – 20 Feet Tall (Remix) feat. Erykah Badu & Rap | Robert Glasper – Afro Blue feat. Erykah Badu | Break Beats – Heavy Break | The Black Keys – Tighten Up | Frank Ocean – Monks | Santigold – Disparate Youth | Flying Lotus – ...And the World Laughs With You feat. Thom Yorke | Mike Slott – Cadeting | Sa Ra Creative Partners – The Bone Song
SEPTEMBER 20, 2012 | MILAN | By Nicole Phelps
"Dream is forbidden, nostalgia is forbidden, to be too sweet is not good. Everything we used to feel historically, now you can't enjoy. The clothes are the expression of this impossible dream." Miuccia Prada was in existential mode backstage tonight, talking about sentiment and feeling—both our yearnings for a more innocent state and the futility of those yearnings. No wonder there was a lot to unpack on the runway. The flowers, the pervasive Japonisme—here we had Prada embracing traditional tropes of femininity and womanhood, a geisha's servitude, even. And yet in her signature way, she couldn't help turning those notions inside out.
She opened with a short black dress in stiff satin, a panel print of two flowers stitched to the torso. There were only a handful of looks that followed that didn't have some sort of florals blooming on them: A white fur coat (for Spring!) was inset with Andy Warhol's Pop art daisies in red (adding to the sixties feeling was the collection's whiff of Courrèges). A black satin coat, meanwhile, was embroidered with papery origami blossoms. Still, the clothes had a spareness that worked like a balm after seasons of endless prints.
The collection moved from dark to light. By the end, Prada was manipulating, folding, and wrapping duchesse satin in palest pink and green to evoke the ritual of kimono dressing. (Both the runway and the columns in the show space were decadently lined with that satin.) Prada explained that the Japanese element came late in the design process. "I wanted it to be tough and serious," she said. "All the folding was a consequence." Duchesse satin tough? Again there was that duality.
There was poetry to these clothes, but walking the runway in either towering Harajuku girl platforms or leather judo socks bound with patent leather bows—flats in both cases, Prada pointed out—the models exuded power too. Leave it to Miuccia to tweak nostalgia into something that felt modern and new.
SHAKKI, a short film by Julien Landais | Starring Daphne Guinness, Laura Eastwood, Andrea Ferreol, Julien Landais, Dragan Nikolic, Emily Caillon, Christophe de Choisy, Clémentine Landais, Gerhard Freidl and Sarah Biasini | Music Where Safety Ends/Revolte |
Who hasn't dreamt of being someone else? Martin has the power to enter other people's bodies and dominate their souls thanks to Judith, with whom he made a Faustian deal. Judith abandoned him. He will persist tirelessly to conquer her again under different shapes.
| ©FLAGSHIP 2012
Rare, but it happens. Back in April, May and June I developed a mini-obsession with a muse and an icon of the fashion set – Daphne Guinness. She was friends with the late Alexander McQueen and chosen by Tom Ford to close his comeback show in 2011. Works for me. She is quite striking in her presentation and futuristic even though some of that couture is from years gone by. All the more credit to the designers. Snappy dresser she has not always been. In the eighties, she was, well, quite eighties – poufy fringe and all – and even in early 2000s, she looked just like an average socialite. Then she evolved into the
creature she is admired as now. See “The Incredible Evolution of Daphne Guinness” at Fashionista.com. Although Daphne said back in February 2011 that “[She is] completely unemployable!”, her introversion and need to protect oneself propelled her towards designing armour inspired jewelry. Self-employment, I guess. Fabulous indeed. I do not have an opinion about her as a person one might actually know and possibly hang out with, or her pedigree, personal life and philosophy, but she is interesting to watch. Geisha like, she practices the art of being the art – no matter how unusual or uncomfortable it may look. But such is the price of aesthetic.
|Image of narwhal from|
The Bora-Bora Dealmaker
Baffin Island, Nunavut
Josh Steinitz stood at the edge of the world and stared in amazement. He dug his boots into the six feet of sea ice and the unicorns danced.
Ten narwhals – rare cousins of the beluga – came to the surface and pointed their six-foot-plus spiral tusks toward the heavens. The pod of 3,000-pound whales then fell into the depths once again. The narwhals are deep divers – more than 3,000 feet in some cases – so Josh had at least 20 minutes until their reappearance.
It seemed appropriate that he was with the narwhals. Their name came from Old Norse and referred to their mottled white and blue skin
Náhvalr – corpse man.
He smiled as he had done often in the last few years. Josh himself was a dead man walking.
One year after graduating from college, Josh found out that he had oral squamous carcinoma – cancer. He had plans to be a management consultant. He had plans to be lots of things. Suddenly none of it mattered. Less than half of those who suffered from this particular type of cancer survived. The reaper didn’t discriminate and came without warning.
It became clear that the biggest risk in life wasn’t making mistakes but regret: missing out on things. He could never go back and recapture years spent doing something he disliked.
Two years later and cancer-free, Josh set off on an indefinite global walkabout, covering expenses as a freelance writer. He later became the cofounder of a website that provides customized itineraries to would-be vagabonds. His executive status didn’t lessen his mobile addiction. He was as comfortable cutting deals from the over-water bungalows of Bora-Bora as he was in the log cabins of Swiss Alps.
He once took a call from a client while at Camp Muir on Mt. Rainier. The client needed to confirm some sales numbers and asked Josh about all the wind in the background. Josh’s answer: “I’m standing at 10,000 feet on a glacier and this afternoon the wind is whipping us down the mountain.” The client said he’d let Josh get back to what he was doing.
Another client called Josh while he was leaving a Balinese temple and heard the gongs in the background. The client asked Josh if he was in church. Josh wasn’t quite sure what to say. All that came out was, “Yes?”
Back among the narwhals, Josh had a few minites before heading to base camp to avoid polar bears. Twenty-four-hour daylight meant he had much to share with his friends back in the land of cubicles. He sat down on the ice and produced his satellite phone and laptop from a waterproof bag. He began his e-mail in the usual way.
“I know you’re all sick of seeing me have so much fun, but guess where I am?”