“If poetry could describe the way you make me feel…” (via A Softer World: 818)
Every 60 seconds in Africa… http://canv.as/s/12u74.
At least, I know where that café is.
(Source: alonzolongabaugh, via nellagrebsnig)
My pal Andy Baio is throwing a conference in Portland in September and funding the whole thing on Kickstarter.
XOXO is a celebration of disruptive creativity. We want to take all the independent artists using the Internet to make a living doing what they love — the makers, craftspeople,…
So yeah, of course, after being kottked there’s no tickets left. Yeah. Well… Anyways I wouldn’t have had the money to fly to Portland. Would’ve been nice though, going to a conference about web and creation and people just one week after my birthday :)
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“If I want street photography, I take a walk, and I look.” — Conscientious | Review: The Present by Paul Graham
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“This boils down to something very simple. As photography has spread into every corner of human activity, we have lost the ability to keep track of our responses to it. A culture of name-checking has grown up to replace judgment. Never heard of X or Y ? But he’s published by Hatje Cantz, or Twelvetrees, or whoever….it must be OK. This allows for stupid snobbery: treating pictures as somehow ‘different’ just because they don’t come from the precious world of photography but maybe smell of commerce or hobbies or even journalism or fashion.” — Photobooks: The Sound of One Hand Clapping | Francis Hodgson
“My theory is that the act of photographing ourselves at tourist sites becomes so important because it makes us feel reassured that we are a part of the recognisable world.” —
Too much photography | Martin Parr
I will have to think about things to say about what I feel about people taking pictures in touristy places. Martin Parr said it well, but I think the “problem” might be bigger than that…
“Carnival, by nature means lots of parties and of course copious drinking. The more drink is taken, the bigger the “Facebook Problem” becomes. You walk into a crowded bar or party, lift your camera and everyone in front of you starts posing and smiling, producing the kind of image in the past associated with the social pages in magazines, but now the stock that fills up Facebook. I sometimes take great delight in telling people that I have no interest in photographing them.” — The Facebook Problem | Martin Parr
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Le Paper Globe est mon dernier projet. Un patron de globe terrestre à réaliser soi-même.
Ça a commencé le mois dernier, un premier brouillon, puis un autre, puis une page web pour le projet, des tests par des amis sympas, beaucoup de café, et voilà !
Je vous invite à partager, liker, tweeter, piner (sur pinterest mais ailleurs aussi, hein), tumbler… mais surtout, téléchargez le PDF, imprimez/coupez/pliez et postez vos photos !
Le Paper Globe is my latest project. It’s a template for a DIY paper terrestrial globe.
It all started last month, a first proof of concept, then another one with lots of corrections, then a webpage to host the project, some testing done by nice friends, lots of coffee, and voilà !
Don’t hesitate tot share, like, tweet, pin, tumble… but then, download the PDF and print/cut/fold and post your pictures!
Big Mutherfukin’ Crab Truckers is a role-playing game about big motherfucking crabs. Or crab-people. Some shit like that. Anyway, they’re real fuckin’ big. We’re talking as big as a big mutherfuckin’ trucker, maybe 300 lbs, but square, with beady fuckin’ eyes, 8 legs and a pair of pincers as heavy as a bag of fuckin’ plutonium clawhammmers. Yeah, that fuckin’ big.
And they truck. Yeah, they drive shit across the desert to please their Mutherfuckin’ Crab Goddess. And they truck in heavy, chromed trucks with lots of fuckin’ wheels, rasping engines and big ol’ cabs. The sorts of cabs that could fit 300 lbs square, heavy set, big mutherfuckin’ crabs in it. And they are in the shit.
So, why do they do it? It’s in their fuckin’ nature. When you’re a big fuckin’ crab, drivin’ a truck all day, you get a lot of time to turn things over in your mind. And listen to religious radio too. And it gets you thinkin’ about where you fit in on the great wheel of life. And then you get religion. And to a big mutherfuckin’ crab, religion don’t get much higher than the Mutherfuckin’ Crab Goddess who resides on that wonderously beautiful and most sacred place: Crab Mountain. And what she says, goes. Word.
And if that’s 3000 wedding dresses to a city you ain’t never heard of, by tomorrow night? Then that’s what it fuckin’ is. And you will truck it there, and you will like it, and you will pull an all-day and all-night ride to fuckin’ do it. You will fight off the rabid fuckin’ cut-throats, thieves, cops and all-other-manner-of-dipshit crazies that line the road. Because those wedding dresses, of whatever the fuck it is that the Crab Goddess said had to get there, got to get there. It’s their destiny. And you’re a big mutherfuckin’ destiny maker, wrapped up in the body of a 300 lbs mutherfuckin’ crab.
I wanna play this game.
(via The most beautiful suicide) (via @cheekfille)