The city that never ends

This Monday doesn't begin with a brisk walk along the shoreline with a coffee in my hand and a backpack full of computer stuff as was intended.

Instead it begins by my desk with the glamour of flat traveling, fueled by left over chanterelle pizza, through a snippet of the vast and weird landscape of Swedish author, designer and artist Eric Ericson (info in Swedish - info in English).

Would you like to slowly cruise through the 21 meters long drawing that is his Panorama Pocket, click here.

From the back of the book (my translation):

"How big can a city get? If you go through Los Angeles, Tokyo or Kairo, you get a sensation that the city never ends. The city seems to continuously keep on going."

Mind you, this pocket is old news, it's from 2005 and as far as I know out of print.
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Fun for the Swedish speakers:
My friend Jocke keeps on banging out the best web.
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Announcement:
This weekend skerriethings.com was registered.
A new flag with the Ella Empire logo loosely pushed down into earth.

To be continued.
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Monday Hello!
It's a lot of Monday today.

Folds

This is a pattern that I threw together last Saturday, from pieces of origami instructions that I previously altered. There should be lots of variations to this theme, maybe something could be made with some movement to it...
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The other night I dreamt that beer was a clear, slow flowing beverage with origami folds in it. When you looked at it from the side you could clearly see the origami pattern. (What would it taste like to swallow a fold?) The beer contained at least six spices, the dream was specific on this, that looked like mix pepper and the beer tasted something like litchi... It was served in jugs shaped like Napoleon hats turned upside down.
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This night has been a night of magical, horrific dreams, WW2 and something made of studs and fur that could change colour, that I was very proud of, and waking up in the middle of the night in panic, frightening the Glenn. The dreams are taking over.

Doodle-do

Doodles from Berlin and today.

The transition from holiday bliss to everyday shores has been brutal. We've tried to console ourselves with lots of sleep and The Wire, but finally there's no way out but to give in.

My computer is still at the repair shop (because of trouble with Apple - register your two years of AppleCare in good time!) and is greatly missed. All creative work is postponed and I attend to the most boring of chores, those I always manage to delay.

On top of everything there's a grey dot in my camera.
Now what do you do about that, I wonder?

Other people's things

Anja and Conrad have a lot of beautiful books, and this little treat - Peter and the Wolf by Sergej Prokofjew, beautifully illustrated by Frans Haacken - was lying on top of Anja's desk. (I feel my photos don't make the illustrations justice though,
so an enlarging click might be the thing to do.)

Today we're moving out of Anja and Conrad's flat, into Heinrich and Laura's living room, that in its' entirety is bigger than our whole Stockholm apartment. The best thing about this move is that it means we'll get to hang out with Anja and Conrad again - and meet little brand new Hermine for the first time!

It's a world with cakes on top of cakes.

Dear half-ass

Lately I've felt frustrated, half-assed, shattered and like a real hoppjerka.
I jump from project to project, unable to focus, finish or even take time off.

I resolved this state of being a half-ass the other day somewhat, when I realized that if you're always where the project ends in your head, you're never where the project is right now: You have to stick to your guns to get something to fire at.
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Also, I heard from two production companies. One was much too busy but loved my little film, and the other wants to speak again in the later summer.

Fingers crossed, as always.
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Weekend Hello!
Let's go swimming.

Here be monsters

Pictures from Domenico Gnoli's Bestiaro Moderno o Cos' è un mostro (1968).

This is my laziest blog post to date, since all my images (but one) stem from the same blog post. If I encourage you all to visit the now inactive Giornale Nuovo, maybe I'll be spared an eternity in blog hell?

I love inspiration from the world of bestiaries, especially now after the discovery of of cryptozoology. - An illustrator in the realm of Edward Gorey, Lewis Carroll and Piero Fornasetti is a treat. - The Latin meaning of monster is to warn. The monster is not what you warn for, the monster is the warning for worse things to come. - These images remind me of this book that I crave since years back. - The images ties the blushingly pink world of map dragons together with the black and white of this blog.

See?
I had to do it.

(The images link to their original locations.)

HC SVNT DRACONES

Olaus Magnus' Carta Marina shows Scandinavia in a rather different light than the guidebooks normally do. Here be dragons, my friends, in the sea and in Lapland. In Finland there is a big snake problem and in the east the bears are climbing the trees.

Click to enlarge. The amount of detail is worthwiledly sweet.

From black and blue all the way to white and orange

This x ray pin up calender I first saw over at my.god.damn.gown.
This being June it's a bit of old news, but that doesn't stop me.
I think it's thrilling, silly and all the way.



Hope Gangloff's beautiful work I found through an acquaintance at Facebook.
She does more varying motifs than people laying down.
These somehow stuck with me.
I like the coldness of colour.

Holly Woodlawn

Jackie Curtis

Candy Darling

Last some old Hollywood, 60's glamour.
I love the backlit hair, their soft hands and serious expressions.
Where the 40's pics seem somehow eternal, these feel momentary, like a window shutting out a noisy street. The make up will come off and a new shape form.

(The images link to their original locations.)

Looking at you looking back at me

Images by EllaSkerries.

Today is the day when I start e-mailing producers about my short film
What Was Once. I have a tingle in my belly and an etch a sketch list over Monday things to do... I've overslept and the calling of the woods have put a running sensation in my legs. Outside the sun is painting things white.

Monday Hello!