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Hussein Chalayan Fall 2013, Rise.

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bbook:

Marina Abramovic meets Ulay

“Marina Abramovic and Ulay started an intense love story in the 70s, performing art out of the van they lived in. When they felt the relationship had run its course, they decided to walk the Great Wall of China, each from one end, meeting for one last big hug in the middle and never seeing each other again. at her 2010 MoMa retrospective Marina performed ‘The Artist Is Present’ as part of the show, a minute of silence with each stranger who sat in front of her. Ulay arrived without her knowing it and this is what happened.”

This is amazing.

WHEN THEY FELT THE RELATIONSHIP HAD RUN ITS COURSE, THEY DECIDED TO WALK THE GREAT WALL OF CHINA, EACH FROM ONE END, MEETING FOR ONE LAST BIG HUG IN THE MIDDLE AND NEVER SEEING EACH OTHER AGAIN.

THAT IS HOW YOU DO IT.

I invited him to the performance because we shared 12 years of work, but I had no idea he was going to sit. So when he sat in front of me it was really so emotional, everybody could see because it was reflecting everything we went through together. In one of our performances, “The Night Sea Crossing,” we sat across from each other and he could not do it and I could. That’s why I replaced him with the public. I didn’t think he would ever sit in the chair opposite me, so when he did, I broke all the rules. I just thought that in that place at that moment there were no rules. I just needed to hold his hand and feel togetherness in that moment, which was very emotional.

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libraryjournal: peepswitch: (via Twitter / erik_kwakkel: Wow, 1500 followers: thank …) Ink cat pawprints in a 15th c. book. I was just wondering today if calligraphers of the past had problems with cats walking across wet ink and ruining things. This reminds me of the 9th century Old Irish poem, “Pangur Bán,” about a monk working in a scriptorium and his cat, the eponymous Pangur Bán. Translation here is Seamus Heaney’s: Pangur Bán and I at work, Adepts, equals, cat and clerk:        His whole instinct is to hunt,        Mine to free the meaning pent. More than loud acclaim, I love Books, silence, thought, my alcove.        Happy for me, Pangur Bán        Child-plays round some mouse’s den. Truth to tell, just being here, Housed alone, housed together,        Adds up to its own reward:        Concentration, stealthy art. Next thing an unwary mouse Bares his flank: Pangur pounces.        Next thing lines that held and held        Meaning back begin to yield. All the while, his round bright eye Fixes on the wall, while I        Focus my less piercing gaze        On the challenge of the page. With his unsheathed, perfect nails Pangur springs, exults and kills.        When the longed-for, difficult        Answers come, I too exult. So it goes. To each his own. No vying. No vexation.        Taking pleasure, taking pains,        Kindred spirits, veterans. Day and night, soft purr, soft pad, Pangur Bán has learned his trade.        Day and night, my own hard work        Solves the cruxes, makes a mark.

libraryjournal:

peepswitch:

(via Twitter / erik_kwakkel: Wow, 1500 followers: thank …)

Ink cat pawprints in a 15th c. book. I was just wondering today if calligraphers of the past had problems with cats walking across wet ink and ruining things.

This reminds me of the 9th century Old Irish poem, “Pangur Bán,” about a monk working in a scriptorium and his cat, the eponymous Pangur Bán. Translation here is Seamus Heaney’s:

Pangur Bán and I at work,
Adepts, equals, cat and clerk:
       His whole instinct is to hunt,
       Mine to free the meaning pent.
More than loud acclaim, I love
Books, silence, thought, my alcove.
       Happy for me, Pangur Bán
       Child-plays round some mouse’s den.
Truth to tell, just being here,
Housed alone, housed together,
       Adds up to its own reward:
       Concentration, stealthy art.
Next thing an unwary mouse
Bares his flank: Pangur pounces.
       Next thing lines that held and held
       Meaning back begin to yield.
All the while, his round bright eye
Fixes on the wall, while I
       Focus my less piercing gaze
       On the challenge of the page.
With his unsheathed, perfect nails
Pangur springs, exults and kills.
       When the longed-for, difficult
       Answers come, I too exult.
So it goes. To each his own.
No vying. No vexation.
       Taking pleasure, taking pains,
       Kindred spirits, veterans.
Day and night, soft purr, soft pad,
Pangur Bán has learned his trade.
       Day and night, my own hard work
       Solves the cruxes, makes a mark.
chicagopubliclibrary: Elvis Presley’s Signed Library Check-Out Card A library card bearing the signature of a 13-year-old Elvis Presley was sold at auction for $7,500, doubling estimates. The autograph is believed to be the earliest signature of the King of Rock and Roll. The auctioneers did not expect much from the library card signed to borrow a copy of “The Courageous Heart: A Life of Andrew Jackson for Young Readers” from Humes High School in Memphis in 1948. The card was discovered during a library inventory in the book about US President Andrew Jackson, one of the founders of the Democratic Party. The book was sold at auction along with the autograph.

chicagopubliclibrary:

Elvis Presley’s Signed Library Check-Out Card

A library card bearing the signature of a 13-year-old Elvis Presley was sold at auction for $7,500, doubling estimates. The autograph is believed to be the earliest signature of the King of Rock and Roll.

The auctioneers did not expect much from the library card signed to borrow a copy of “The Courageous Heart: A Life of Andrew Jackson for Young Readers” from Humes High School in Memphis in 1948.

The card was discovered during a library inventory in the book about US President Andrew Jackson, one of the founders of the Democratic Party. The book was sold at auction along with the autograph.

explore-blog: From Polish photographer Marcin Ryczek comes this, as Colossal aptly puts it, “once-in-a-lifetime photograph of a man feeding swans and ducks from a snowy river bank in Krakow.”

explore-blog:

From Polish photographer Marcin Ryczek comes this, as Colossal aptly puts it, “once-in-a-lifetime photograph of a man feeding swans and ducks from a snowy river bank in Krakow.”

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prostheticknowledge:

Robotic Spider Dress 

Techno Couture from Anouk Wipprecht, a dress with insect-like robotic limbs which react to the proximity of others - video demonstration embedded below:

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