das ist so gut: folksongs for the fivepoints

[via thomas, old friend, lots of thankyous]

reznicek resopal lounge

He decided to move on, rushing up the side of the waterfall to the 18th hole, knocking in a long putt, then racing back to the clubhouse, where he fished his white ball with the black Nike swoosh out of a basket of brightly colored balls used by the paying customers and hurried down the road to study the AstroTurf at the Hawaiian Village.

le grand palindrome de georges perec

[via antipixel, der über ein inside/outside- t-shirt mit dem perec-text nachdenkt]

hhstyle.com > isamu noguchi [japanisch, aber mit bildern]

richard serra at the guggenheim museum bilbao

jeremy cole

Flakes of gold leaf snowed through the air, twirling upward and falling, and grabbing at any surface as they fell. A few airborne specks found the forehead of the small man who brushed the leaf on to a window to make a sign for a NoLIta boutique called Sissy. The gold leaf that didn't break away reached toward the dampened pane and expanded on the glass as if in deep exhale. "Gold leaf jump on this, from this spot to this area," said the man, Jerry Pagane, who was seemingly unaware of the gold on his brow. "It jump. That's the nature."

luftzigarette, via godany.