Monday, September 28, 2009
Bauhaus was a design school that emerged in Germany after World War One. Bauhaus designers and their students broke from tradition and developed a very modernist style. Their primary intention was to integrate art, technology and craftsmanship by ignoring precedent and generating a new design philosophy . The innovative ideas ranged from architecture to furniture design. They believed that design of any sort ought to be considered a high art as does painting or sculpture.
Friday, September 18, 2009
In 2004 Jason Oliver Goodman grabbed his camera and headed out on his bicycle onto the streets of New York city to make a photography project called A Girl's Bike. In roughly 4 months he photographed about 200 women and their bicycles around NYC, mostly on the street where he encountered them. In 2008 it was made into a book and toured with the Bicycle Film Festival as a slide show. You can buy signed copies on his website
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Wednesday, September 09, 2009
Clear your Mind
The real Bliss of a morning aboard a bicycle is the delightful freedom you can obtain from all conscious thought. It can be like childhood, every minute full of incident and interest, and no consciousness of thinking about it. You arrive with a feeling of satisfaction, with a mind swept clean, full of landscapes, and speed, and winds, and lights, which have settled in unnoticed, while it rested. It perceived, but did not think: the thoughts slip through, meeting no obstacle of logic; not even reaching the stage of being articulate: and that is the real holiday...
Winter's nearly gone, go outside and absorb it. Sydney is beautiful.
All in the Mind takes you on an extraordinarily ordinary journey across the mental and physical terrain of a big city. For many the ideal method of urban travel is straight out of Star Trek—teleporting. But in the 21st century city there are flaneurs and commuters savouring their journeys, on foot and by bike. They're taking in the smells and sounds of back alleys, recalling emotional memories at intersections and celebrating stacks of shipping containers. Join us on a 'psychogeographical' adventure, and discover the impact of the city on your psyche.
Via Stephen Burstow
Listen to it here
When photographic artist Leanne Eisen left the Scotiabank Theatre on Monday following a screening of Ponyo, she was surprised to find this piece of blue paper wrapped around the handlebars of her vintage bicycle. At first, she only saw the words, "Your bicycle has been ticketed because…"
Instead of an official citation issued for some sort of parking infraction, however, what she found on the ticket were charming compliments from an anonymous flâneur, who declared the chassis "badass" and "unique."
And it is! Eisen's ride is a classic Dutch Batavus city bike inherited from her grandmother, which she says constantly attracts attention from complete strangers who shout out comments as she rides past. "It's not just the appearance of the bike that pleases me so much," she told us, "it's just a really comfortable ride. I can sit with my back straight and take in my surroundings."
Eisen is so protective of the bicycle that she employs two U-locks through the frame, an O-lock on the rear wheel, and a cable lock through the front, with her boyfriend's decrepit beater often also secured with a heavy-duty chain to one side. "I know it's overkill," she says, "but I can't afford to buy a new one, and it's all I have left from my Oma."
The mysterious ticket was particularly delightful to Eisen because cycling is a very serious part of her life, and it's featured prominently in her artistic work. She also tells us that this is not the first time she's discovered odd little anonymous messages.
Leaving notes on other people's property can sometimes be an act of passive-aggression, and with frequent animus (sometimes deserved) aimed at cyclists in Toronto, it's nice to see someone issuing some unsolicited esteem for the simple velocipede. "I love this kind of positive public outreach," Eisen declares. "It's lovely."
Via Torontoist and Cazzbo
Lost in the mist. Felt slightly afraid: unreasonable, as there was no real possibility of losing a road I ride twice daily. But it is an eerie feeling - the silence, helplessness, and the white moving curtain round you: the wet black bitumen hisses quietly by under your pedals, so plain and all outside the narrow circle, which moves as you go, so absolutely impenetrable.