archiveofaffinities:

Egyptian Labyrinth, Plan

whitneymuseum:

Keith Haring was born today in 1958. The Haring Foundation is posting scans from his journals to coincide with the current exhibition at the Brooklyn Museum. 

keithharing:

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c.1971 (age 12)

From Isabella; or, The pot of basil, by John Keats, illustrated and decorated by William Brown MacDougall, London, 1898.

New Yorks floating churches

An Industrial Workers of the World poster (1911)

French artist Armelle Caron has created a series called “tout bien rangé” in which the block patterns of various cities have been disassembled, sorted by shape and size and rearranged as a new graphic representation of the city. While the result of the taxonomicalish classification and reorganization is not particularly useful from an urban design perspective (the city maps don’t seem to be at the same scale, for one), it’s certainly an interesting way to look at the city, and to think about blocks, block size and block shape, which are such an integral and enduring element of our cities’ urban forms. 

http://www.bricoleurbanism.org/category/beautiful-urban-moments/

agglomeration of social interactions

Malmo 1890…

So it seems time to pronounce a rule about American popular culture: the Golden Forty-Year Rule. The prime site of nostalgia is always whatever happened, or is thought to have happened, in the decade between forty and fifty years past… And so, if we can hang on, it will be in the twenty-fifties that the manners and meanings of the Obama era will be truly revealed: only then will we know our own essence. A small, attentive child, in a stroller on some Brooklyn playground or Minneapolis street, is already recording the stray images and sounds of this era: Michelle’s upper arms, the baritone crooning sound of NPR, people sipping lattes (which a later decade will know as poison) at 10 A.M.—manners as strange and beautiful as smoking in restaurants and drinking Scotch at 3 P.M. seem to us. A series or a movie must already be simmering in her head, with its characters showing off their iPads and staring at their flat screens: absurdly antiquated and dated, they will seem, but so touching in their aspiration to the absolutely modern. Forty years from now, we’ll know, at last, how we looked and sounded and made love, and who we really were.

What “Mad Men” Shows About American Pop Culture | The New Yorker (via kateoplis)

Gone with the damn wind 

The guilt of responsibility from your own dreams can seem so unbearable.

Being on the road, on a train, on a bus is the cheap way out for the mind I suppose. Only then may I feel the weight of my needs and wants lift and take a seat beside me instead. The destination is set, the journey is set, the tracks are laid out. All I have to do is get a ticket, have my sketchbook and Tolstoy by my side, and get a window seat while waiting for my own arrival to wherever I wanted to be.

So tonight, I shall be running away.