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his + hers

His and hers aluminum tramp art dresser set, found here.

Kimihiko Ohada: Aluminum Landscape. Site specific installation for the courtyard of the Museum of Contemporary Art, Tokyo. 7/5/2008 - 9/23/2008. 902 square meters; 6.5 meters high.

From the artist's statement:

I will employ the natural and artificial in producing new scenery. My creation will reflect rain, wind, and other weather phenomena, as well as the movement of the sun, color of the sky, and other quiet changes in the environment. By reflecting the surfaces and shapes of the landscape, the artwork amplifies and transforms nature and makes it visual.

Discovered via dezeen, designboom and Inhabitat, where you can see more photos.

Photos by Keizo Kioku. © Office of Kimihiko Okada.

lucky charm

WWI trench art good luck charm. Made from airplane aluminum. Marked "Erna Tucker Woodville Ohio."

Related: A fascinating read on the trench art of the Great War. Don't miss the slideshow — Turkish beaded snakes, a shell casing attributed to Andre Derain, picture frames made from wooden propeller tips.

how aluminum cans are made

this weekend

Fairs, festivals, and a wedding.

book fair
Mike + Tania
colors of the universe/miniature mountains
moon festival

Next week: posts about aluminum. Happy weekend.

Photo: N.R. Farbman: Detail of a Kaiser Aluminum Dome. More on Kaiser domes here.

What sort of diary should I like mine to be? Something loose-knit and yet not slovenly, so elastic that it will embrace anything, solemn, slight or beautiful, that comes into my mind. I should like it to resemble some deep old desk or capacious hold-all, in which one flings a mass of odds and ends without looking them through. I should like to come back, after a year or two, and find that the collection had sorted itself and refined itself and coalesced, as such deposits so mysteriously do, into a mould, transparent enough to reflect the light of our life, and yet steady, tranquil compounds with the aloofness of a work of art. The main requisite, I think, on reading my old volumes, is not to play the part of a censor, but to write as the mood comes or of anything whatever; since I was curious to find how I went for things put in haphazard, and found the significance to lie where I never saw it at the time.

V. Woolf

Don't be amazed if you see my eyes always wandering. In fact, this is my way of reading, and it is only in this way that reading proves fruitful for me. If a book truly interests me, I cannot follow it for more than a few lines before my mind, having seized on a thought that the text suggests to it, or a feeling, or a question, or an image, goes off on a tangent and springs from thought to thought, from image to image, in an itinerary of reasonings and fantasies that I feel the need to pursue to the end, moving away from the book until I have lost sight of it. The stimulus of reading is indispensable to me, and of meaty reading, even if, of every book, I manage to read no more than a few pages. But those few pages already enclose for me whole universes, which I can never exhaust.

Italo Calvino

Why didn't she try collecting something? It didn't matter what. She would find it gave an interest to life, and there was no end to the little curiosities one could easily pick up.

Henry James

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