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fer1972:

The Book Cake by Larissa Cox

I DON’T KNOW WHETHER TO LICK MY SCREEN OR CRY

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englishsnow:

{ old books ♥  }

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stormingtheivory:

itscolossal:

Unexpected Layers of Glass Added to Stones and Books by Ramon Todo

Oooh, I love this kind of weird materiality.

I just got turned onto Hella Jongerius’s work, too, and while not everything she does works for me, I think in her best moments there’s a similar sort of fascinating interplay of materials:

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I’m especially attracted to items with varying levels of translucency (not surprising, given my own work). There’s something about the density of the rock in Todo’s work paired with the clarity of the glass that really appeals to me. It feels very sci-fi.

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smokeandsong:

Ramon Todo

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October22013

A church turned into a library

In Pátzcuaro, Michoacán, the Ex Convento de San Agustín is now the Gertrudis Bocanegra Public Library.

The church, built in 1576 by Augustinian friars, functioned as a convent until around 1850. After that the building was in charge of the Masons, the state of Michoacán government and the municipal government until it was abandoned.

In 1936, president Lázaro Cárdenas instructed to use the building for the Gertrudis Bocanegra Public Library.

The place where the altar used to be is occupied by a beautiful mural made by the talented and renowned architect and painter Juan O’Gorman

The mural, signed in 1942, tells the story of Michoacán from  the Purépechas and their dominion, to Independence , through Vasco de Quiroga and a clear reference to Thomas More's Utopia, idea which inspired Vasco de Quiroga’s work in Michoacán.

Photographs and information by Beco (Alberto Alcocer)

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pleoros:

Franck Bohbot - Respect the Architect

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11PM

This is how you lose her. 
You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely. 
You must remember when she forgets. 
You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention. 
She remembers when you forget. 
You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the  beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.
You must learn her. 
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to. 
You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.
And, this is how you keep her. 

This is how you lose her. 

You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.

You must remember when she forgets. 

You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.

She remembers when you forget. 

You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the  beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.

You must learn her. 

You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to. 

You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.

And, this is how you keep her. 

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