1902.
Calvet Mirror by Antoni Gaudi (1852-1926). Varnished solid oak.
Damn you, Gaudi. Damn you for being so bloody talented.
This is a grandfather clock. I want it.
Neil Gaiman Addresses the University of the Arts Class of 2012
Gaiman is…not unexpectedly, but surprisingly more inspiring when given the chance. I have some skills that I’m happy to have developed, and continue developing. In recent months it’s been expressed to me that in addition to those skills, I have some talents that should also be allowed to mature. As well, I have dreams goals independent of these talents and skills. Or seemingly so. But the longer and the better I surround myself with honest people, forthright folks, the more I see that, in point of fact: my skills and talents and goals dreams are interconnected. That might seem obvious to most people, but my confidence is at a place where if you compliment me on something I’ve done, I will say “I’m glad you think so” because I still don’t.
Where was I going with this? I don’t know.
I guess what I’m saying is that when you start to recognise yourself in the mirror, the world seems to expand.
desk and chair by Wharton Esherick (1966)
Oh my good goddamn.
Jeezie Chreezie, this is beautiful!
This guy hand-forged his own wedding ring. OUT OF A METEORITE.
That’s it. Game over. You will never have a wedding ring cooler than that of redditor laporkenstein. Not only did he fashion the band himself, in the formidable fires of… well… his garage — he forged the damn thing out of a chunk of meteorite. (A Gibeon meteorite, to be exact.)
The height of badassery! And, finally, an excuse to get married!
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studio hausen.
1931 Fisher Corner Deck
amazing work by Wharton Esherick
via thefoxisblack
ooOOooOOoo. I like these. Concrete is one of my favorite media!
Hippo Table!
I need this. Don’t ask why!
Bespoke. Jewellery. Design.
This is a stair design appreciation blog.
(Source: adayinthelandofnobody)