concreteanddust: Through the use of daylight and a tensioned Lycra material that is digitally patterned and custom-tailored for the space, a 10 by 10 off-the-shelf marquee is transformed into a space that the press describes as an “avant-garde environment not of this earth”.
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Was pretentiously perusing Kafka when I decided to check my email. What I saw caused me to flail madly and bash several joints against the table. I have my first offer for law omg omg but i really want to get into ENSA-versailles because. D: KIAAAA
Off to play some soothing Sims 3.
ETA facebook is suddenly a stressful place to be
#1 french arch apps are done, i’m very happy with my lettre de motivation.
#2 i wish i could bottle this zen-ness.
#3 made a new homie today!
Flat Pack Prefabs Could Provide Relief in Haiti | Inhabitat
“Architect Andres Duany has designed a fireproof, waterproof, and moldproof flat-pack temporary house that could easily be shipped to the ailing country.”
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I think it’s really true how hairstyles mould people. Fascinating, also, how starkly it changes the way a stranger might perceive someone. Looking like a Harley Davidsonian butch (at least, until I realized the blingy earstuds had to come off) has turned my skin into vulcanized rubber. Also, Jane Lynch is my hero.
Lady GaGa and Elton John after their performance at the Grammys, looking all FIERCE, CHARRED, AND GORGEOUS! I NEED to see this performance stattt
LOVING GLEE TO DEATH. Watching Sue Sylvester spew vitriol makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. This is HSM but with brains and more importantly, a soul. DAYUM!
i emailed like 5 schools and a grand total of 1 replied in 3 days with 0 useful infos. the educational attache is (pretty but predictably) snobby airhead. i’m seriously having doubts abt getting a b.arch in france. they may have the kick ass history and culture and context and all. as an undergrad i don’t want to be made miserable by kicking against the establishment constantly for basic info. fuck la what do they want in their stupid portfolio. is it some secret. bitch PLEASE.
Summer ski jumping exhibition at Soldier Field at the Chicago Olympics, 1954. Note the tiny, solitary jumper in mid-flight.
#1 My half-grown bad haircut and baggy attire combined is a magnet for the wrong sort of attention. Street dancer types have been eyeing me up and down. I feel pressurized to start popping and locking.
#2 The two noobs hired to supply sappy balladeering at the wedding downstairs have been trying (and FAILING EPICALLY) to sing. Sometimes they venture into two-part harmony with each other. Bach they are not. The result is unerringly HORRIFYING, DEAFENING, SCARRING, etc. Evidently enamoured of the sounds of their own voices, they have not only liberally employed the vocal echo effect, but also positioned themselves in the centre of this natural amphitheatre in the centre of the estate. Now their slightly hysterical crooning is funnelled into every damn unit.
#3 Jollibean’s matcha soy shake is making me feel a bit ill. I imagine bits of it clinging to my epiglottis, bouncing around my esophagus 10 mins after I downed it.
#4 On the bright side, Vampire Weekend is lovely!