to summerland:

the first sign we saw, we slept.  the more cliche, the better.

a nearby village used medieval Blackletter typography almost exclusively in their signage, like an eerie cult with terrifyingly bad taste. I found levitating teacups in a shop(pe) window and was alone on the streets. music played through speakers.

I later locked the keys in the car and he did not mind.

full but empty

invisible space food?

“If a tree girl falls in a forest and no one is around to hear her, does she make a sound?”

curiosity in a lovely unassuming package

*pop* love this

pin up for Vancouver, who also doesn’t know if it’s hot or cold.

7while23:

Junya Ishigami, Cuboid Balloon, 2012

intrusive.

A page from my sketchbook / Political Typography.

In 1986 a plume of radioactive fallout from the Chernobyl disaster settled upon the small industrial town of Pripyat. The townspeople were not informed of the extreme danger, and for two days, they went about their daily lives. For two whole days, while the effects of radiation set in, their government told them “Everything is Ok”.

Later, citizens were hastily evacuated, and more than twenty years later Pripyat sits eerily abandoned.  The government still denies the severity of the situation, while we know it as one of the worst nuclear disasters of our time.  

andrewharlow:

Matthias Werner
Untitled, 2012
Photograph 

tilted just so

fuks:

egg frozen in ice

changing forms

it was the fever,

of spring and walking eyes closed