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Reed Kroloff: Architecture critic

Reed Kroloff gives us a new lens for judging new architecture: is it modern, or is it romantic? Look for glorious images from two leading practices -- and a blistering critique of the 9/11 planning process.

war art

"So who's next you wonder...
Iran, North Korea, France, Britian?
None of us really matter to them."

one of the best motion graphics video art that's on youtube.

women in art

Music: Bach's Sarabande from Suite for Solo Cello No. 1 in G Major, BWV 1007 performed by Yo-Yo Ma

Nominated as Most Creative Video
2007 YouTube Awards

high & dry

chorus:
dont leave me high
dont leave me dry
dont leave me high
dont leave me dry

Radiohead

(c) 2008

Feeling sweet feeling

Manic depression is touching my soul
I know what I want but I just dont know
How to, go about gettin it
Feeling sweet feeling,
Drops from my fingers, fingers
Manic depression is catchin my soul

jimi hendrix

(c) 2003.

Yugo Nakamura: The Craftsman

Nakamura’s personal site, www.yugop.com, works as a digital sketchbook, showcasing an extraordinary array of techniques. Shown here is OvalX3, from 2001.

scuba diving

when your ships sinking shift to a submarine
or
when you start sinking, go scuba diving

Yves Behar

Yves Behar has produced some of the new millennium's most coveted objects, like the Leaf lamp, the Jawbone headset, and the XO laptop for One Laptop per Child.

numb strings

Another day that I can't find my head
My feet don't look they're my own
I'll try and find the floor below to stand
And I hope I reach it once again

So many times I wonder where I've gone
And how I found my way back in
I'll look around awhile for something lost
Maybe I'll find it in the end.

Norah Jones

grey

The Brothers Creeggan

The Brothers Creeggan are a Canadian alternative rock/jazz band composed of Jim Creeggan (upright bass, guitar, bass guitar, vocals), Andy Creeggan (guitar, piano, accordion, percussion, vocals) and Ian McLauchlan (drums). Jim is a current member of Barenaked Ladies and Andy was a Barenaked Ladies member until February 1995. more...

[via FoxyTunes / The Brothers Creeggan]

&then on

the thing with &then is that one gets addicted to the dynamism and the room for experiments the space has to offer. learned a few things in the past one month of my stay here.


01. working on multiple assignments, gives you multiple chances of coming across multiple ideas and so helps cracking them in multiple ways.
02. if stuck, then get the help from aliens and fishes on your sketch book. getting to basics really helps. never stop at your first loved logo or artwork. make as many as possible. even if the first one is the one you are getting married to finally.
03. and if still stuck, then, just like sir paul arden suggests, try different tool. ;P
04. i strictly recommend sketching/scribbling/doodling (if drawing/painting is too tough) to everyone. everyone includes anyone who is not interested.
05. theres always a room on the loft. so its good. but one needs to keep your head low, cause if u rise above it without reason, u are bound to get a bump on head.
06. bop - back of pack, fop - front of pack,
07. packaging can be equally irritating as much as it is interesting.
08. and there goes sid's advice, always keep a buffer for the presentation with the client.
09. with great freedom comes greater responsibilities.
and
10. im quite good at tracing now on AI.
and
11. more importantly, respect the design process, which i have always preferred to rebel across (though not absolutely).

over all...working has been fun. though making love with the aliens was tiring, it did conceive after many misscarriages at last.

apart from that,
mumbai i m getting accustomed to. not that bad a picture as much i had thought of. in fact its not bad at all. for all those who haven't been here, should try for some reason i guess.


the copyright of this piece of art lies with the owner on facebook for whom its been made.

rain has started, and has not stopped yet. went to buy the first umbrella of my life with the team, don't know why i m making such a hype of it. whatever... was not able to, since i was missing something.

still left with one month to go. lots of things to do since deadlines never die.

cheers to all ;)
&then i think, i need to write simple english.

http://inandthen.wordpress.com/

THE DAY I WAS BORN

Korean Air Lines Flight 007, also known as KAL 007, was a Korean Air Lines civilian airliner shot down by Soviet Interceptors on September 1st, 1983 just west of Sakhalin island. 269 passengers and crew aboard KAL 007; there were no known survivors.

The aircraft had violated Soviet airspace the Soviet Union stated it did not believe the aircraft was civilian and said that it believed it had entered Soviet airspace as a deliberate provocation by the United States.

la la le la le la la aa ra re la le lale

first try on facebook

my baby strongest

&then

&then bombay

bombay, never was on my career radar… but then, ‘&then’ happened…

day one i was quite anxious. was excited and at the same time terrified with the hangout i had. literally hanging from the train clinging onto another guy..never held a guy so close. and never would like to repeat it unless its a matter of life and death… and my backpack was hanging from my back…was counting every electric poles that i was having a close shave with.. goregaon to ville parle, total number of electric poles = 57. after ville parle somehow squeezed myself inside the train.

reached ‘&then’, and was amazed to see a play field amidst an industrial setting. the entrance of ‘&then’ was painted with a true poster/calendar pop-art style. carrying forward the dynamic identity of ‘&then’ and coming up with as many concepts as possible was one of the assignment of mine, apart from conceptualizing an invite for a video art, by ‘haywire’ synchronized with a DJ Riz performance. the projection was to be in house in the weekend.
meeting the people was good. soham i knew already, vikram, meera and esha were the other comrades, including the team from 180, which included sid, bhavin, shagz, and shubhda… apparently absent bhakti isn’t happy with me using her pc…snehali and soeb are regular visitors…
lunch on foozball table, and playing dart was part of the day, which was fun. even cricket with a baseball bat…

anyways, day one ended with a performance of mine while getting back to goregaon. a brand new local, with brand new seats and brand new steel seduced me enough to enter it with a bang. it started moving before i could realize. i felt sorry for my bones. now its ok but. i slept with relispray…whatever u make of it.

bombay &then

next morning was painful, hidden pains and hidden sprains…all of them came together…
but was ok in the office… the poster was made and e-invites were sent..prints were made and stuck too. .the night was spent having veg rolls and then in ‘bademiyan’, on the way sid having some client meet with his pandu friends.
the week went by with some of the concepts being really liked by the team…

&then asymmetry

antisocial element i proved myself to be in the event. people being pissed off for the not so much of dancing done by me. but pictures i did take. few good ones. and two shots of brain damage by vikram, helped me carry the fishes to appear on the projector.
the best part was meeting suresh (long lost neighbour friend of mine, prashant i knew him as). never in my dreams thought i would bump into him in such a place and that too in such a situation after 12 long years. met some other people too.. soeb, manjari, rahul and rizwan were the other ones i can recall of…

4:30 am the art show /party got over, and with that, a very experimental and experiential week too…
peace and chaos

http://inandthen.wordpress.com/

“The chicken boxed effect”

I scored Fahrenheit 101 on the first day and was scoring more than that almost every day and night… except that it wasn’t on the cricket field but on a bed inside a cube. The cube is also known as ‘Room no. 18, DJAD, boys hostel. I had the spine of steel, so heavy that I could barely sit upright. I was feeling like a God, like Hercules carrying the heavy load of the blue planet. Only difference was that Hercules couldn’t feel the load but I could. It was too heavy. The poxes were arriving throughout my body with a promise of a big catastrophe which was about to hit me, a box right on my face. I could make out the graphical picture of each WBC of mine fighting and martyr itself against the powerful and mightier virus of the weird named disease.

Three hundred were the count of the brave WBCs’ I had, standing against the millions of virus that invaded the empire of my body. I still don’t know the name of the particular virus though. And I’m not even saying that the count of the WBC’s would have been only 300, but the story of my WBCs’ last stand against the powerful virus could not have been possible if an external help of antibiotics had been given to me.

So there it goes, 29th December 2006, the one fine day when I was diagnosed and confirmed of having chicken pox virus inside me. I had company. Another friend of mine was also awarded with the same at the same time. Maybe because we were born on the same date, though with a couple of year difference. But he sailed his rescue boat to his home which was nearer than mine.

The New Year blast actually came with a blast for me. It seemed that the whole year I would be in the bed. And so, the first four days of my chicken pox vacation were wasted in alone in the cube. There were help and suggestions from everywhere. Advices were overflowing from my ears. All I could do was lie down on my bed and count on the number of spots I was getting all over my body, uncontrollably. I tried to get myself some relief with the help of a very good friend of mine - the music, but in vain. I was numb to feel anything. But I was prepared for the worst and the best.

People were concerned with the lack of proper medical treatment I was getting at the hostel. Add to the fear of my virus infected file being shared with the hosts. On the fifth day I was shifted to a hospital. Felt like being taken to a resort on a limousine though it was just an omni van. By now my face was unrecognizable to myself. I had 34cms of long hair, which made me scary to be with. The lady doctor advised me to wear a pony. I happily obliged to the advice. She might have been just a couple of years elder to me, doing an apprenticeship but who cares. She was a beauty. I had never seen such a doctor anytime before. It reminded me of my early school days, of my beautiful grammar teacher. I hated the boring subject but liked her a lot. All I could do was talk in vowels whenever I saw her. Then she would nag of my poor grammar. Same was happening here in the hospital. The doctor kept nagging about my hygiene habits and asked me to get a haircut after I get cured. I gave it lots of thought.

Mr. John Matthew was the head of the department of the general ward. His visits in the morning were absolutely hilarious and were the only few interactions I used to have in the hospital. Other than that few of friends often visited. During the course, I was given lacto calamine lotion to be applied all over my body thrice in a day, which always put me into a messy situation. One evening a faculty visited me and at the instance bowed. I was a naga-baba from the Himalayas now. With my hair tied like a bun on my head and the body covered with just a bed sheet. I felt like giving blessings to every one who visited me. I was the God and people came to worship me. Of course all for the cost of fun.

After the fifth day of my stay in room no. 258, ward A of the deluxe class in the hospital, I was relieved from the long syringe that was stuck inside the right arm for injecting purposes. The doses of antibiotics were over now. The poxes were getting suppressed.

And finally on the 11th day of the holiday, 13th January 2007, I had my first bath of the year. I washed myself off the lacto calamine lotion on my face and body just to be exposed to the mind boggling scene of the stars getting out of the clouds. The countless pox scars on my face was unimaginable. I had ninety nine more beauty spots than Cindy Crawford. I was looking more beautiful now. Just like a beauty contest winner for scary people.

Well, anyways, I got discharged and came back to cube 18, but was confined for another seven days. Now there were the Congress who wanted me to continue grow my hair and the opposing BJP to get a haircut. But I did it in the Communist fashion. I got the famous cut only after my dermatologists asked me to. The ninety nine plus one spots were now increased to one hundred and sixty five. Many hidden spots could be now clearly seen once the Amazon was cleared of my head. I felt relieved of a burden carried for two long years, making my mother proud by giving myself a wash everyday.

Now I need to leave…with my huge back log from the vacation I had, I don’t think I have much time left to play around. By the way, few days after my famous haircut, somewhere in the other part of the world, Britney Spears got bald. I barely have any clue whether we had any connection.

Summer has arrived and I feel roasted.