a great companion for a new york summer; tarragon, lavender and spearmint will fool the most acute noses that you haven’t been out all night and rushed this morning. by kd
the perfect gift, a set of mathematician tools etched in brass by tom dixon. every man needs one. by pp.
not only florent was the soul of the meatpacking district, but it was also the best restaurant identity/graphic design in the city. designer tibor kalman traded food against graphic design with florent morellet, the owner of the restaurant and an eccentric figure of the neighborhood. the collaboration came out to be so great and witty that it lasted until kalman passed away in 99′. restaurants surely don’t look like that in the city anymore… by pp.
shelf system creating an amazing illusion, something in between 2 and 3-d; described by the designer bjørn blikstad as 2.5-d. by kt
51% of kids wanna grow up and become a rock star, the other 49% go to art school and wanna be in the “creative field”. it’s the easiest cop-out in history, cause it’s “cool” and seems fun and easy enough. the bonus is you can brag to your friends about what you do, and you can finally justify that stupid outfit you’ve been wearing. with all of that who would want to become a scientist? that sounds hard, if not outright boring! until the time comes when you actually have to “be” a real artist, and 98% of that 49% go crying back to their mommies and beg for their boo boo bunnies. the other 1% drift in-and-out of art rehab and the last 1% actually become what they wanted to be. so listen up kids, being an artist sucks. it’s damn hard, it takes commitment, passion and 110% of what you probably don’t have. if perchance you do have all of that, very few ever make any money at it. so basically, go back and study to become a banker, or a business man. your mom and dad will surely be pleased. by ht
nice work from japanese design studio yoy. this makes me want to get every single piece of furniture and useless “design” objects in my apartment. and by “furniture”, i mean half-broken ikea stuff picked up in the street by my roommates… by lil