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welcome to the
anti-thinking world
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(Source: nativethoughts)
2 weeks ago - 7
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“Dust as a by product of civilisation, the enemy of a sterile society, a constant presence hidden in corners, nooks and crannies. Also, a microcosm made up of multiple components, a combination of different colours, textures and structures, a construct reproducing itself. Every bit of dust is different, each space produces it’s unique type of dust, depending on its nature and its individual use.
Over the last two years Klaus Pichler had been looking for accumulations of dust, fluff and grime in various locations in and around Vienna. In commercial premises, factories, private properties, doctor’s surgeries, etc. It was important to him to offer a representative cross section of all basic functions of society, a kind of ‘typology of dust’ in its various shapes and forms. Pichler logged the ‘dust samples’ he had gathered in an archive and took photographs of them in a studio, all under the same conditions. The result was 99 photographs of dust which offer an insight into its surprisingly varied appearances.”
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Roman Decadence. One Third —> [Klaus Pichler]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2qyo6s4oA1ru8ifyo1_500.jpg)
3 weeks ago - 2
2Klaus Pichler, Dust, 2008-2010.
Clockwise from left:
Dust # 82: Police Station
Dust # 13: Furniture Store No. 01
Dust # 27: Pet Shop
Dust # 08: Tailor No.1
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3 weeks ago - 7
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(Source: virgenesuicidas)
Singapore’s botanical attraction, Gardens By The Bay, features two “Supertrees” — vertical hanging gardens that stand about 50 meters tall and are connected by a walkway. The Gardens formally open in June.
Neat!
Neat.
(via chambergambit)
1 month ago - 2
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A few, scattered memories
Are spread across this garden of moments,
Bare-foot I walk upon them,
And have come so far,
That I have forgotten,
Where I had removed my shoes,
The soles of my feet were tender when I had come,
They are still tender now,
And will remain tender
Until the bitter-sweet play of memories,
Tickle them,
Truly, I have forgotten,
Where I had removed my shoes,
But, it seems,
That I do not need them now.
UDAAN
