Skin and Bones cont.d

Some of the ties seem quite literal; take the wrapping of texture from a building and liquify it to form to the body -- The ones i find most interesting exist as layers of sociological and architectural commentary. Maybe the most relevant to me at this time is the tower --



Others experiment with textures, light colors, sounds, compulsions. to me this is design. An attempt to clarify the undefined experience among the forms and spaces drawn from an intelligent ideal.






The striving for perfection and at the same time perfecting destruction; an innovative partenership of creative and scientific fields - not to just blur boundaries among their subfields, but to activate the boundaries. To enhance the combination of abstract and specific while manifesting an experience within their merging process.
Creative fields are effectively using this to merge processes that are typically considered explicit to each field. From this consistent merging ideal - innovative collaborations among fields emerge as suggestions for the modification of monotonous collective thought. The boundaries are blurring.

Skin and Bones

"I consider clothing not only as a metaphor for shelter and social space, but mainly as a case study for architectural cladding systems.”
Elena Manferdini

“High-fashion brands that commision architects expand the possibliliies for new architecture. Are these not the new roles to be expected from combining business, contemporary art, and architecture?”
Toyo Ito

Today i decided to venture outside with my roommate aly after being stuck inside for 2.5 days with the flu. She decided to stop at cvs on the corner to pick something up. A younger man walked passed hunched over talking to himself swaying as he walked. I paid him a moment's notice, thinking to myself he looked like a dream character and entertained myself by wondering if he was even real. Aly returned to the car and we maneuvered our way into traffic. At the light, a car turned and i looked up. The "dream character" was flying through the air away from a shattered windsheild, already the nurse in the car behind us was running out of her car to help him. He was real.

this image reminds me of a time when neither of us could wear makeup, at any given moment we could and would just breakdown or slip up and cry it off. its easier to play it off in public without streaks of black running a trail from your eyes down your cheeks --or maybe we were just inadvertent about the frivolous details of routine things. It is not only difficult to think about makeup and surface beauty when the one you love the most is dead...its strange... i dont remember, but it's not the same.