I usually have fun at work but today was a real *blast*. (at lululemon SSC)
I’m feeling grateful for all of these pixels that made up 2013. Here’s to many more photo-worthy moments in 2014. Happy New Year!
Feliz Navidad (at Sayulita)
I love these album covers designed by Mattson Creative for one of my current favourite shows, Homeland.
Just discovered the tree in my building’s parking lot is full of gorgeous plums.
I’ve seen a lot of Highway 35 in my lifetime. The yellow of Canola fields in July never gets old though.
When I’m deep in an internet vortex, I have the habit of mindlessly opening new tabs in my browser window. I had 30 or so tabs open tonight and when I got to this page, I had already forgotten what link had compelled me to hit “command+T”. I was puzzled for a few seconds and then it hit me. I made an audible gasp at the beauty of this photography when i remembered that the thing that intrigued me was this text description:
"Photographs of a 12-year-old with muscular dystrophy and limited movement. How he sees his life outside of his wheelchair."
Thanks for posting, Karen.
Recalling NYC 1993
You see a lot of “taking art to the streets” gallery projects lately, which usually just means some sort of sculptural installation. I think this exhibition from the New Museum in New York is way more interesting. They’ve taken the ubiquitous-but-obsolete pay phone and transformed it into a time machine, taking people back to the much more tumultuous New York of 1993.
I love how hyper contextual it is (many audio files relate to the specific street or neighbourhood that the pay phone is on). I also love how accessible it is – listen to as many or little as you like from the hundreds of Manhattan pay phones or from the website if you’re not lucky enough to be in NYC for this show.
Instagrams of Polaroids
I love this photo essay, by Gabriele Galimberti, showing kids from around the world with their most prized possessions. I shared it with my parents, who said that mine would’ve been a favourite doll that I named “Beege” and an over-flowing bag of dress-up clothes.