31 de octubre de 2013
29 de octubre de 2013
Parenthèse et Nuance...
Musique / "Mop Head" de Edit
Coproduit par Supermouche Productions
Réalisé à l'E.S.A.L / Épinal
Marc-Antoine Locatelli / 2013
Avec l'aimable autorisation de Planet Mu Records
Musique / "Ants" de Edit
Danse / Lucas Boirat
Coproduit par Supermouche Productions
Réalisé à l'E.S.A.L / Épinal
Marc-Antoine Locatelli / 2013
26 de octubre de 2013
the beginning of memory...
There’s a story in an ancient play about birds called The Birds/And it’s a short story from before the world began/From a time when there was no earth, no land./Only air and birds everywhere.
But the thing was there was no place to land./Because there was no land./So they just circled around and around./Because this was before the world began.
And the sound was deafening. Songbirds were everywhere./Billions and billions and billions of birds./And one of these birds was a lark and one day her father died./And this was a really big problem because what should they do with the body?
There was no place to put the body because there was no earth./And finally the lark had a solution./She decided to bury her father in the back if her own head./And this was the beginning of memory./Because before this no one could remember a thing./They were just constantly flying in circles./Constantly flying in huge circles.
“The beginning of memory”.
Laurie Anderson, Homeland (2010)
Laurie Anderson, Homeland (2010)
from "Memoria y Espacio". Pía Montealegre. 2013
24 de octubre de 2013
the city of Bet She'an...
from Bet She'an Team
"In
the citadel of Bet She'an, where mankind is progressively morphing
into crows, a sculptor decides to leave a trace of this dwinling
humanity"
"Dans
la citadelle de Bet She'an où les hommes se transforment
progressivement en corbeaux, un sculpteur décide de laisser une
trace de l'humanité."
Directed
by :
Calvet
David - banditscollective.com -Technical Director-Render-Lighting-Preproduction
Charbonel
Jérémy-Environment and Character Modelling-Hair and Cloth
Simulation-Sound
Letoile Bastien - banditscollective.com -Director-Animation-Environment Design
Raynaut Guillaume
- graynaut.blogspot.fr -Rigging-Skinning-Character Modeling-Compositing
Soler Julien
- banditscollective.com -Art Director-Environment Design and Modeling-Character
Design
Wang Gongjin-Skies and smokes-Modelsheet and Concept
23 de octubre de 2013
Home: the place where you become yourself
«Where
do you come from? It's
such a simple question, but
these days, of course, simple questions bring
ever more complicated answers.
People
are always asking me where I come from, and
they're expecting me to say India,and
they're absolutely right insofar as 100 percent of
my blood and ancestry does come from India. Except,
I've never lived one day of my life there. I
can't speak even one word of
its more than 22,000 dialects. So
I don't think I've really earned the right to
call myself an Indian. And
if "Where do you come from?" means
"Where were you born and raised and educated?" then
I'm entirely of that funny little country known
as England, except
I left England as soon as I completed my
undergraduate education, and
all the time I was growing up, I
was the only kid in all my classes who
didn't begin to look like the classic English heroes represented
in our textbooks. And
if "Where do you come from?" means
"Where do you pay your taxes? Where
do you see your doctor and your dentist?" then
I'm very much of the United States, and
I have been for 48 years now, since
I was a really small child. Except,
for many of those years, I've
had to carry around this funny little pink cardwith
green lines running through my face identifying
me as a permanent alien. I
do actually feel more alien the longer I live there. And
if "Where do you come from?" means
"Which place goes deepest inside you and
where do you try to spend most of your time?" then
I'm Japanese, because
I've been living as much as I can for
the last 25 years in Japan. Except,
all of those years I've been there on a tourist visa, and
I'm fairly sure not many Japanese would
want to consider me one of them.
(...) when I go to Hong Kong or Sydney or Vancouver, most
of the kids I meet are
much more international and multi-cultured than I am. And
they have one home associated with their parents, but
another associated with their partners, a
third connected maybe with the place where they happen to be, a
fourth connected with the place they dream of being, and
many more besides. And
their whole life will be spent taking pieces of
many different places and putting them together into
a stained glass whole. Home
for them is really a work in progress. It's
like a project on which they're constantly adding upgrades
and improvements and corrections.
And
for more and more of us, home
has really less to do with a piece of soil than,
you could say, with a piece of soul. (...) My
home would have to be whatever I carried around inside me. And
in so many ways, I think this is a terrific liberation. Because
when my grandparents were born, they
pretty much had their sense of home, their
sense of community, even their sense of enmity, assigned
to them at birth, and
didn't have much chance of stepping outside of that. And
nowadays, at least some of us can choose our sense of home, create
our sense of community, fashion
our sense of self, and in so doing maybe
step a little beyond some
of the black and white divisions of
our grandparents' age. (...)
The
number of people living in countries not their own now
comes to 220 million, and
that's an almost unimaginable number, but
it means that if you took the whole population of Canada and
the whole population of Australia and
then the whole population of Australia again and
the whole population of Canada again and
doubled that number, you
would still have fewer people than belong to
this great floating tribe. And
the number of us who live outside the
old nation-state categories is increasing so quickly, by
64 million just in the last 12 years, that
soon there will be more of us than there are Americans. Already,
we represent the fifth-largest nation on Earth. And
in fact, in Canada's largest city, Toronto, the
average resident today is what used to be called a
foreigner, somebody born in a very different country.
And
I've always felt that the beauty of being surrounded by the
foreign is
that it slaps you awake. You
can't take anything for granted. Travel,
for me, is a little bit like being in love, because
suddenly all your senses are at the setting marked "on." Suddenly
you're alert to the secret patterns of the world. The
real voyage of discovery, as Marcel Proust famously said, consists
not in seeing new sights, but
in looking with new eyes. And
of course, once you have new eyes, even
the old sights, even your home become
something different.
Many
of the people living in countries not their own are
refugees who never wanted to leave home and
ache to go back home. But
for the fortunate among us, I
think the age of movement brings exhilarating new
possibilities. Certainly
when I'm traveling, especially
to the major cities of the world, the
typical person I meet today will
be, let's say, a half-Korean, half-German young woman living
in Paris. And
as soon as she meets a half-Thai, half-Canadian
young guy from Edinburgh, she
recognizes him as kin. She
realizes that she probably has much more in common with him than
with anybody entirely of Korea or entirely of Germany. So
they become friends. They fall in love. They
move to New York City. Or
Edinburgh. And
the little girl who arises out of their union will
of course be not Korean or German or
French or Thai or Scotch or Canadian or
even American, but a wonderful and
constantly evolving mix of all those places. And
potentially, everything about the way that
young woman dreams about the world, writes
about the world, thinks about the world, could
be something different, because
it comes out of this almost unprecedented blend
of cultures.
Where
you come from now is much less important than
where you're going. More
and more of us are rooted in the future or
the present tense as much as in the past. And
home, we know, is not just the place where
you happen to be born. It's
the place where you become yourself.
(...)
(...). But
I do think it's only by stopping movement that
you can see where to go. And
it's only by stepping out of your life and the world that
you can see what you most deeply care about and
find a home. Movement
is a fantastic privilege, and
it allows us to do so much that our grandparents could
never have dreamed of doing. But
movement, ultimately, only
has a meaning if you have a home to go back to. And
home, in the end, is of course not
just the place where you sleep. It's
the place where you stand.»
21 de octubre de 2013
19 de octubre de 2013
the competition...
Time to rethink architecture...
how the architect wants to contribute to society?... For sure this kind of 'star architects' competitions are not the answer...
Synopsis
*(the red comments reflect only my personal opinion)
An almost uncomfortable but intensely fascinating account of how some of the best architects in the world (I'd rather say the most famous (the architectural star system) what does not absolutely mean the best... Anyway, the best for who and under what parameters and contexts?), design giants like Jean Nouvel or Frank Gehry, toil, struggle and strategize to beat the competition. While nearly as old as the profession itself, architectural competitions became a social, political and cultural phenomenon of the post-Guggenheim Bilbao museums and real estate bubbles of the recent past. Taking place at the dramatic moment in which the bubble became a crisis, this is the first one to be documented, in excruciatingly raw detail. But does the jury have the last word?
Jean Nouvel, Frank Gehry, Dominique Perrault, Zaha Hadid and Norman Foster are selected to participate in the design of the future National Museum of Art of Andorra, a first in the Pyrenees small country. Norman Foster drops out of the competition after a change in the rules that allow the documentary to happen (Anything to hide Sir Foster...?). Three months of design work go into the making of the different proposals, while, behind doors, a power struggle between the different architects and the client has a profound impact on the level of transparency granted by each office to the resident documentary crew, and which has a definite influence in the material shown in the film.
Director’s biography
Angel Borrego Cubero (Spain, 1967). While trained in architecture, with a PhD from ETSA Madrid and a MArch from Princeton University, where he was a Fulbright scholar, Borrego Cubero has been developing an interdisciplinary body of works that deal with issues such as the contemporary urban condition, the negotiations between private and public space, violence, surveillance, fictions in architecture, etc.
After succeeding in a big international competition, in a process which was akin to a thriller, Angel Borrego Cubero decides to make a documentary of this recurring architectural procedure. During four years, intense work was dedicated to find, document and edit one into film format. “The Competition” is the first movie of this Spanish director and is also the first film documenting the tense developments that characterize architectural contests.
Cast of participant architects:
Frank Gehry
Jean Nouvel
Zaha Hadid
Dominique Perrault
Norman Foster
Team
A production by Office for Strategic Spaces (OSS) www.o-s-s.org
Director and Producer: Angel Borrego Cubero
Technical Director and Editor: Simon Lund
Music: Cesar Bartolomé
Assistants to edition: Gaël Urzáiz, Cristina Hortigüela
Funding and collaborations: Fundación Arte y Derecho, Govern d’Andorra, Lord Culture, Universidad Politécnica de Madrid, Ateliers Jean Nouvel, Dominique Perrault Architecture, Zaha Hadid Architects, Gehry Partners
Cameras: Gaël Urzáiz, Loreto García, Sara Verd, Simon Lund, Angel Borrego Cubero
Trailer: Angel Borrego Cubero, Simon Lund
Promotion & PR: Simona Rota
Year of completion: 2013
Date of release: 10th of October 2013, World Première at the Architecture Film Festival Rotterdam (AFFR)
For press requests contact: pr@o-s-s.org
17 de octubre de 2013
yo también fui revolucionari@...
La
Revolución
por Slawomir Mrozek
En
mi habitación la cama estaba aquí, el armario allá y en medio la
mesa.
Hasta que esto me aburrió. Puse entonces la cama allá y el
armario aquí.
Durante un tiempo me sentí animado por la novedad.
Pero el aburrimiento acabó por volver.
Llegué a la conclusión
de que el origen del aburrimiento era la mesa, o mejor dicho, su
situación central e inmutable.
Trasladé la mesa allá y la
cama en medio. El resultado fue inconformista.
La novedad volvió
a animarme, y mientras duró me conformé con la incomodidad
inconformista que había causado. Pues sucedió que no podía dormir
con la cara vuelta a la pared, lo que siempre había sido mi posición
favorita.
Pero al cabo de cierto tiempo, la novedad dejó de ser
tal y no quedó más que la incomodidad. Así que puse la cama aquí
y el armario en medio.
Esta vez el cambio fue radical. Ya
que un armario en medio de una habitación es más que inconformista.
Es vanguardista.
Pero al cabo de cierto tiempo… Ah, si no fuera
por “ese cierto tiempo”. Para ser breve, el armario en medio
también dejó de parecerme algo nuevo y extraordinario.
Era
necesario llevar a cabo una ruptura, tomar una decisión terminante.
Si dentro de unos límites determinados no es posible ningún cambio
verdadero, entonces hay que traspasar dichos límites. Cuando el
inconformismo no es suficiente, cuando la vanguardia es ineficaz, hay
que hacer una revolución.
Decidí dormir en el armario.
Cualquiera que haya intentado dormir en un armario, de pie, sabrá
que semejante incomodidad no permite dormir en absoluto, por no
hablar de la hinchazón de pies y de los dolores de columna.
Sí,
esa era la decisión correcta. Un éxito, una victoria total. Ya que
esta vez, “cierto tiempo” también se mostró impotente. Al cabo
de cierto tiempo, pues, no sólo no llegué a acostumbrarme al cambio
-es decir, el cambio seguía siendo un cambio-, sino que al
contrario, cada vez era más consciente de ese cambio, pues el dolor
aumentaba a medida que pasaba el tiempo.
De modo que todo
habría ido perfectamente a no ser por mi capacidad de resistencia
física, que resultó tener sus límites. Una noche no aguanté más.
Salí del armario y me metí en la cama.
Dormí tres días y
tres noches de un tirón. Después puse el armario junto a la pared y
la mesa en medio, porque el armario en medio me molestaba.
Ahora
la cama está de nuevo aquí, el armario allá y la mesa en medio. Y
cuando me consume el aburrimiento, recuerdo los tiempos en que fui
revolucionario...
La Revolución en clave de arquitecto
por Francesco Colli...
por Francesco Colli...
15 de octubre de 2013
are you sure you want to make it yourself?...
if after watch the video you still feel like this is a possible DIS candelier... take a look at the 'ingredients' you'll need...
13 de octubre de 2013
open source hardware technology...
«I
realized that
the truly appropriate, low-cost tools that I needed to
start a sustainable farm and settlement just
didn't exist yet. I
needed tools that were robust, modular, highly
efficient and optimized, low-cost,
made from local and recycled materials that would last a lifetime,
not designed for obsolescence. I
found that I would have to build them myself. So
I did just that. And
I tested them. And
I found that industrial productivity can
be achieved on a small scale.
So
then I published the 3D designs, schematics, instructional
videos and budgets on
a wiki.Then
contributors from all over the world began
showing up, prototyping new machinesduring
dedicated project visits. So
far, we have prototyped eight of the 50 machines. And
now the project is
beginning to grow on its own.
We're
exploring the limits of
what we all can do to make a better world with
open hardware technology.
»
*(Thanks Efren for sharing it with me...)
11 de octubre de 2013
conduct us...
ImprovEverywhere's -the New York City-based prank collective that causes
scenes of chaos and joy in public places since 2001 executing so far over 100 missions involving
tens of thousands of undercover agents- latest mission: they put a Carnegie Hall orchestra in the middle of New York City and
placed an empty podium in front of the musicians with a sign that
read, “Conduct Us.” Random New Yorkers who accepted the challenge
were given the opportunity to conduct this world-class orchestra.
8 de octubre de 2013
a lifecycle journey...
Kickstarter video for a 40,000km ride around the world by bike.
"I’m Rob. A photographer, designer & writer from England. In 2011 I left my home in London to begin a photographic journey & global expedition attempt to cycle around the world. I put the UK film industry behind me to embark on a creative, physical & psychological adventure across 4 world continents & more than 40 countries. My passion is in discovering & creating stories through film, word or photography & my work aims to capture unique cultures & landscapes, to learn from them & share their lives & my own with the world, inspiring others through tales of human endeavor."
"I’m Rob. A photographer, designer & writer from England. In 2011 I left my home in London to begin a photographic journey & global expedition attempt to cycle around the world. I put the UK film industry behind me to embark on a creative, physical & psychological adventure across 4 world continents & more than 40 countries. My passion is in discovering & creating stories through film, word or photography & my work aims to capture unique cultures & landscapes, to learn from them & share their lives & my own with the world, inspiring others through tales of human endeavor."
Support the Kickstarter: http://kickstarter.com/projects/roblutter/1350766450
Follow the journey: http://thelifecycle.roblutter.com | www.fb.com/roblutter | www.twitter.com/roberlutter
7 de octubre de 2013
the top...
Francis and the Lights: time for a little bit of music... from the recent past *(... still great video and music!)
5 de octubre de 2013
what is art...?
"In 2012, the Louvre received more visitors than the Vatican and Mecca put together and the global art market reached 64 billion dollars, four times the size of the market for recorded music. But at the peak of its popularity, art still mystifies: visitors to museums and galleries typically spend about two seconds in front of each work of art, and eight seconds reading each artwork’s caption. What are we looking at? What is art? We posed the question to critics, gallery owners, collectors and visitors at the 55th Venice Art Biennale.
COLORS Magazine
3 de octubre de 2013
are you kidding...?
Just in case you have ever wondered it (and assuming it seems quite difficult you(we) will get to see it!) this is how the Sagrada Familia Cathedral in Barcelona, 'based on' Gaudí designs, will look like... It seems they have decided to show the world what the hell will be the final picture of this 'under-construction-forever' building... A double-tribute (analogic and digital) to senseless...(?)
1889
1897
1908
1915
1923
1 de octubre de 2013
"murmurs"... from a nightly flâneur
Dan Brackenbury wanders around the cities after dark making visible those solitary corners invisible at sunlight... (an other way of flânerie: visualizing a completely new world within the city!).
From his nightly wanderings at Hong Kong he published the book "Murmurs: Photo Essay"...
«In
Hong Kong there are several capsule-like villages that sit dotted
around the fringes of the city. Some of these belonged to a nomadic
community called the Hakka people who migrated to the area several
centuries ago. To protect the zones from encroachment, they built
large fortified walls around their small towns, closing themselves
off from the outside world. Similar segregations and seclusions still
exist all over Hong Kong today. For me, the city is a megalopolis of
walls and colonies – squares, boxes, cuboids and enclosures. All
over are settlements where people exist and get by in blocks upon
blocks, windows upon windows of private worlds.
The
Hakka people were acquiesced by the local communities but never truly
accepted. Instead they remained perpetual wanderers, forever camping
in one place. The word Hakka, directly translated from Cantonese,
means ‘stranger’ or ‘visitor’. These are words that could
easily describe myself.
I
lived in Hong Kong for seven months and was always an alien
throughout my time there. It soon became clear that I wasn’t the
only one: wandering around I would find myself drawn to other aloof
citizens and their environments, particularly after dark. During the
day the city is a frenetic blur, muddled and confused. However, at
night individual habitats are outlined and illuminated. Personal
space suddenly grows clear and the solitary corners and quietude
within the city become visible.
I’m
quite a shy photographer, I don’t like to interrupt things. Instead
I stand back with my zoom lens and look in on people’s surroundings
from a discreet distance. This allows me to watch life unfold like a
film, glimpsing key scenes and plot thresholds. Not dissimilar to a
cinemagoer, a spectator in the shadows gazing out at the drama
projected magically in front of me. I like this anonymous persona
because it suits me. As with many people who live there, I never
properly belonged in Hong Kong – but I was quite happy to be a
guest and roam quietly with the other drifters. Outsiders all,
estranged comrades caught in the dazzle.» Dan Brackenbury