the mountain could not remember your name

wilderness poetry & trail paintings 

by Obi Kaufmann

book on sale on the great Cold Splinters 

sunday

the golden hour

page thirty three

page thirty three

combinant art, design et fonctionnalité

SF Looks

SF Looks 

lately

reading :: the editorial magazine

listening :: foxygen, ... and star power (but, mostly this song)

Commune : Designed in California

L'agence de design Commune fête ses 10 ans avec un premier livre.

Commune : Designed in California revient sur les différents projets menés, 

mettant à l'honneur le style californien : l'idée de liberté et la vie à la fois à l'intérieur et à l'extérieur.

studio visit :: malin gabriella nordin

malin gabriella nordin in her studio

by erik wåhlström

Quand la route ne tient qu'à un fil

Lorsqu'elle ne voyage pas, Fanny Conte est bibliothécaire à Paris.

Lorsqu'elle voyage, elle a toujours un cahier et des stylos dans son sac.

Elle y enregistre ce qu'elle voit, ses impressions.

Fanny Conte a remporté le second prix du concours Libé-Apag dans la catégorie dessin.

in the making

these days

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getting there : ed ruscha

Ed Ruscha taking a Los Angeles ride down memory lane

by Matthew Donalson

for Nowness

lately

ryan stewart nault

am|ma studio

obus

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read

listen

watch

Milton Avery

black sea

birds over sky

white wave

advancing sea

oregon coast

sally

What was Avery's repertoire ?

His living room, Central Park, his wife Sally, his daughter March, the beaches and mountains where they summered; cows, fish heads, the flight of birds; his friends and whatever world strayed through his studio : a domestic, unheroic cast. 

But from these there have been fashioned great canvases, that far from the casual and transitory implications of the subjects, have always a gripping lyricism, and often achieve the permanence and monumentality of Egypt.

Mark Rothko on Milton Avery

architecture of patagonia

browsing through my picture folder

nostalgic wave ~

the blue of distance

The world is blue at its edges and in its depths. This blue is the light that got lost. Light at the blue end of the spectrum does not travel the whole distance from the sun to us. It disperses among the molecules of the air, it scatters in water. 

Water is colorless, shallow water appears to be the color of whatever lies underneath it, but deep water is full of this scattered light, the purer the water the deeper the blue. The sky is blue for the same reason, but the blue at the horizon, the blue of land that seems to be dissolving into the sky, is a deeper, dreamier, melancholy blue, the blue at the farthest reaches of the places where you see for miles, the blue of distance. This light that does not touch us, does not travel the whole distance, the light that gets lost, gives us the beauty of the world, so much of which is in the color blue.

A Field Guide to Getting Lost, Rebecca Solnit

pictures taken last year in argentina.

everyday needs

from the everyday needs blog

lately

Evening star, N.III by Georgia O'Keeffe

sheeps, by Renilde Depeuter

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listening :; Way Out Weather, Steve Gunn

watching :: We Can Be Heroes

blog :: visual field recording