Taylor looks STUNNING on the cover of the new British Vogue!
- Taylor Nation
The National Library in Ashgabat, Turkmenistan by Abdul Akhmedov in 1964. The three-storey concrete project is a magnificent example of Soviet modernism with brutalist tendencies. It utilizes highly Islamic, namely Iranian, forms as the basis of its plan. This is notably seen the central courtyard which functions for utilitarian and aesthetic purposes. It is shown as a focal point due to the nature of the social patterns in eastern societies which are centered around courtyards and atria, places where scholarly discussion and the sharing of ideas takes place have taken place for millennia. Islamic influences are also seen in the modernized screens and the Persian water gardens which have both been hardened and masculinized, contrasting their traditional femininity and etherealness. This library both established Turkmenistan as a distinct nation from Moscow while still embracing the modernist movement that came with the industrialization of the Soviet Republics.
Horder House, Hampshire (1960) by Ted Cullinan.
Wooden house on a precast platform built by Ted Cullinan for his uncle Mervyn Horder. Situated on a sloped site, the building is designed to use solar energy to heat it.
Image from Cullinan Studios.
Jacob van Loon
Mini Stations (Temples)
The newest addition to the Stations series is an elaboration on my experience with architecture being both redundant and new. Death (redundancy) occurs with passive observation of the same space over time. Rebirth (new perception) is a conscious decision to enter and exit the same space with the understanding it cannot be the same twice.
Episode 3 of #HackIntoBroadCity is UPPPPPP. Ilana is pregnant now NBD
My love for this show grows like my ass ever since we moved over a Dunkin’ Donuts.
So sometimes, when I hear a gay joke, I can be a little flippant. “Hah, yes, penis, we do enjoy it, good one,” I’ll chuckle easily. There’s such comfort in being able to chuckle, as if all such jokes amounted to nothing more than these self-deprecating chuckles. Like the “cool dad” who asserts his “cool-dadness” by laughing at his own dad-ish tendencies, I think, “Silly old me, all that cock-guzzling!” But sometimes I think, “Is the chuckle a little less assured than I might think, a little higher-pitched?” Is it merely an uncertain plea for the continuation of said comfort, which, I’m aware, could be shattered at any moment – shattered, even, by the messages sent by the jokes I sometimes want to laugh along with?
National Center for Atmospheric Research, Table Mountain, Boulder, Colorado, 1961-68
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