Yayoi Kusama was right

"One day I was looking at the red flower patterns of the tablecloth on a table, and when I looked up I saw the same pattern covering the ceiling, the windows and the walls, and finally all over the room, my body and the universe. I felt as if I had begun to self-obliterate, to revolve in the infinity of endless time and the absoluteness of space, and be reduced to nothingness. As I realized it was actually happening and not just in my imagination, I was frightened. I knew I had to run away lest I should be deprived of my life by the spell of the red flowers. I ran desperately up the stairs. The steps below me began to fall apart and I fell down the stairs straining my ankle."

- Yayoi Kusama has said Wikipedia tells me.

The invasion of the polka dots, and ultimately the annihilation of the world, has begun in the forest. Summer is here.

The French North

The summer of 2000 me and my sister went to Paris. We stayed at a little hotel, in a room right under the rooftop. Fitted pink carpets covered the ceiling, walls and floor and you couldn't open the one window. Exhausted from the heat and lack of oxygen our stay at the hotel more or less resembled a Benny Hill show without a Benny Hill, with us dizzily rambling about in our birthday suits, from carpet to carpet.

In the reception a twitchy guy worked. He had tired eyes and seemed to be there 24/7. He introduced himself as Loke, jester of the Aesir.

When we returned home one day from a thunder storm I said to him:
By the way, we met your brother.

He didn't get it.
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Tonight Colouroïd DJs again! El Mundo, Erstag 21, 21 - 01
There will always be enough Flexi for all of us - welcome!

The energy of the black square

"What you ultimately discover is that there is a certain energy in the black square with its seven pieces - a force that goes beyond geometry and linear thinking. It is an energy that empowers you to exceed your present mental abilities and attain a higher level of vision."










I got a crush on a tangram puzzle at the neighborhood Red Cross. 40kr worth of graphics and intrigues. The possibilities for inspiration seem almost as manyfold as the amount of figures you can turn your seven pieces into.
(1.600 according to the accompanying booklet!)

The shapes also remind me of an old logo I was toying with for myself once upon a time, inspired by the origami shuriken. Funny.

What inspires you right now?

(The quote is from Tangram by Joost Elffers and Michael Schuyt.)

Nicofixation

Lately I've been toying with the idea of inventing the nicotine pacifier. Imagine a whole subway car full of adults sucking on their Nicofiers, the regular sucking sound they'd make together. Suck - suck - suck -

You'd make a black one with a black silk bow for galleristas, fashionistas and gothic lolitas, a pink glitzy one with a chihuahua print for all the Paris Hilton wannabes, a tweed print Nicofier for the gentlemen and the stylish, a marine one with a single pearl for all the discreet and posh, one with a big glittery Rolling Stones mouth for all the indiscreet and direct, one in pale linen with a greyblack capital letters print for all the art students....

Everyone, every stereotypical group I could think of, would get one.

What unifies a lot of people is the desire to quit smoking or to keep smoking in the name of quitting. I'd be rich enough to be able to make every movie I'd ever dreamt of making.

The Nicofier.
You read it first here.

3 X 3: Women in black and white

Virginia Oldoini who took photos of herself. The worst dinner guest ever because she'd complain on the food and then run off with the host.



Theda Bara, one of the first "predatory women" of the screen,
the original vamp and third most famous moviestar of her time.



Nancy Cunard, a natural force before her time who did everything and everyone and ended up with nothing.

Three women with as interesting lives as strong imagery.
Inspirational, bewildering and out of time.

(The images link to their original locations.)

Robots dream of electric... clouds?

Cloud Passerelle by Yu Jordy Fu

Liquid Winter by Yu Jordy Fu


Nimbus by Dominic Wilcox

What a lovely thing a cloud lamp can be.
(The paint bucket lamp in the back is kinda creepy though!)

After having seen this cute Cloud Stilt Lamp by Abovo Booth over at Design Sponge, I turn my dreams into googling. Dominic Wilcox's Nimbus is my favourite, and it's not in production.

"I had a bag of polystyrene balls under my desk for a year. I liked to look and feel of them, they seemed to have potential but I wasn't sure what direction that potential could lead. One day I put a light bulb in the bag, it looked interesting. While experimenting with polystyrene balls and mixing them with different glues and resins I created some ball objects. I noticed that light passed through the balls in a similar way to light passing through a cloud. One of my experiments lead to a ceiling light called Nimbus"

- you can read at Dominic Wilcox's page.

Another thing to add to the Let's make list then.
It's indeed a most crowded list...

My black and white life

Since summer suddenly came into my life it has been turned into black and white. The sharp and glittery blues and greens don't appeal to me once frozen and I no longer can get to the moves and breeze and scents.

Today is a very sleepy Sunday. I contemplate my gazillion ideas, that I have to work so slowly to get to what I want and that today's attempt to record new Colouroïd music failed. I feel frustrated and lazy, ambitious and loving. It's much too easy to focus on the negative to do so.

Yestereve's DJing at Babajan was a hoot. I watched Glenn dance around, hugging and haggling with people, trying to make them like what we played. That boy is full of love and mys.

"If you can't play Lady GaGa, at least you could play a little... lower."

"Don't you have any Grateful Dead?"

No. Never. We won't.