Ask me anything!
For the 2013 Lisbon Architecture Triennale artist Marta Wengorovius teamed with architect Francisco Aires Mateus to produce this little slice of paradise; a reading cabin for one.
The simple wood structure is fit for one person, holds one bookshelf and has a raised seating area and that’s it. It is light by a skylight.
The artist populated the bookshelf by asking 20 guests to choose three books each for the library.
"Sharing this itinerant project creates a community between people who read the books, the guests who chose the books and the people who will read the books wherever the cabin shall pass," says Wengorovius.
The project had its first opening on December 2012 in Paredes, north of Portugal. The library is scheduled to be in a different place each year. If exhibited in a foreign country the books will be translated and available in the native language of the country.
Full coverage at dezeen: One, Two and Many by Marta Wengorovius
How long does it take
for the beaches to dry
after it rains?
Does sand soak up
the sun like our skin
When we trample
over it, complaining
of its white heat,
is it content
Does the coolness
of its deep-down grains
temperate the suns
Because my toes
the shaded contentment
and want no more
of the sun’s restless rays.
“ I’ve often said there are no rules for writers. Let me share the WORST AND MOST HARMFUL ADVICE I was ever given by others. 1) Write what you know. 2) You’ll have to polish every sentence you write three or four times. 3) Genius is one tenth talent and nine tenths hard work and 4) You’re not a real writer if you don’t write every day. —- ALL OF THAT WAS HARMFUL TO ME. ALL OF IT. IT HURT AND IT SET ME BACK. ——- So I say again, there are no rules. It’s amazing how willing people are to tell you that you aren’t a real writer unless you conform to their cliches and their rules. My advice? Reject rules and critics out of hand. Define yourself. Do it your way. Make yourself the writer of your dreams. Protect your voice, your vision, your characters, your story, your imagination, your dreams. ”
Anne Rice (via ronanlunch)
Guards: Oh no. Wait. Stop. No. Don’t steal those. Get back here, you criminal. (Pfft! Can’t believe they’re falling for it!)
I read that in a sarcastic voice
why is this so funny?
Who I aspire to be on a daily basis.
all copyrights are mine.
#oh no #nope #nein #this was completely and utterly unnecessary #why is this #I mean #now of course I want all the rule 63ed Frollo #gaunt sharp-edged implacable Mistress of Justice #she wanted to be a martyr but Rome fell long ago—she wanted to be a mystic bride of christ but the visions never came #so instead she is this—Sophia and Justita; blind and never-stinting #her flesh mortified and her will righteous #but then #Esmerelda #dancing on the rue de la cite #the love is still terrible and twisted; the shame is still burning under Frollo’s skin however she tries to fisplace it #…but god do I want that story
It was just going to be a sketch and then my hand slipped
oh my actual god yes yes yes
It’s much more sinister and terrifying with the same female pronouns when you consider that lesbian and bisexual women have actually been burned to death by the church. It adds another chilling layer to this song.
OH MY ACTUALLY GOD! THIS WAS SCARILY AMAZING! I HATE MY SELF FOR LIKING THIS! Just listen. It’s fucking amazing. *dies* I screamed when I listened to it.