20120124
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20120122
domingo
It's Sunday today, but it feels more like a "generic" day-or rather, it feels like what days must have felt like before we invented the seven days of the week. Imagine waking up in the morning and not knowing what day of the week it is. What a strange sensation that must have been.
Hmmm-what day of the week is it? It's nothing. It's merely a day, a plain old day with no labels or meaning or anything.
20120109
The Cactus Plant (Interior Detail of Portuguese House, Truro Massachusetts), 1930
do americano walker evans
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20120106
do irlandês gareth mcconnell
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My Grandfather's House, 2002
Photographs of interiors and details from a deceased relative's home, shortly before the contents were cleared for auction. The interior of the house is shrouded in darkness while outside daylight prowls. A distressed 1960s aesthetic; flock wallpaper, florid soft furnishings, chintz and kitsch in the form of a life's belongings, with all their intimate associations fall out of focus. The centres of domestic life; the kitchen sink, the bedroom, the dining table, the couch are emptied of familial presence and activity. They become diffused in an insistent light that strikes through blinds and curtains. Absence pervades, memories and daydreams form, drift and dissolve into a relentless present.
Interiors and details from an abandoned undertaker's premises in Carrickfergus. The remains of rooms, where the deceased were prepared for burial, are preserved in their own state of decay. Damp walls rot, plaster cracks, papered surfaces succumb to fungal patina. Details on interior fittings echo images of the delicate trim on burial garments, palls and drapes. Almost all of these funereal rooms are tended by flowers. Flowers, and their abundant symbolisms, stretch through spaces mired in the conventions of death.
2012 sucrée
ontem, mandaram-me uma prenda de natal virtual espetacular. acho que o designer - apesar de inglês - se inspirou nestas loiças da Marinha Grande, que qualquer avó portuguesa tinha em sua casa, há uns anos. tinham várias funções e formatos. a da minha avó tinha sucre aos cubos. a minha também, mas é açucar e granulado.
sucre aos cubos é uma seca, porque não é possível controlar à miligrama a quantidade exata de doçura que se quer na bebida.
estava com dificuldade em arranjar desejos e decisões para o ano novo. esta prenda virtual veio facilitar. quase que dei por mim a decidir fazer mais exercício, fazer dieta, ser melhor pessoa todos os dias e querer paz no mundo. salva por uma unha negra. ou por um link imprevisível.
"The disappeared world of lights, smells and sounds. It often happens to me, when lying motionless in bed and falling nearly asleep, that suddenly I start to walk from one room to another."
Jirka Ernest
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