clever guerilla green bombs. nice.

Posted on April 30th, 2010

This is an innovative use of something outdated and slightly crapp-ola (a lolly machine) transformed into something clever and randomly good (garden bombs). 57369_8_468

I saw this on Springwise. They explain the concept best:

The brainchild of Los Angeles-based Common Studio, Greenaid aims to facilitate what it calls “guerrilla gardening” in the many forgotten grey spaces of the urban world, including sidewalk cracks, vacant lots and parking medians. It has reclaimed old, quarter-operated candy machines and converted them for use selling seed bombs—mixtures of clay, compost and seeds that can be thrown anonymously into derelict urban sites. Read more

The most efficient apartment ever

Posted on April 29th, 2010

This is quite freaky: Architect Gary Chang has created a 24-rooms-in-one-32-square-metre apartment (translation: he’s taken a tiny apartment and converted it such that it functions as 24 different rooms….using sliding walls). Check this out:

The New York Times describes it in more detail:

The wall units, which are suspended from steel tracks bolted into the ceiling, seem to float an inch above the reflective black granite floor. As they are shifted around, the apartment becomes all manner of spaces — kitchen, library, laundry room, dressing room, a lounge with a hammock, an enclosed dining area and a wet bar.

I like how obsessive some people can become about minimizing their lives. It becomes a practice for life and it’s a good one at that. Everything you do is prefaced with the question: do I have space for this, will it get in the way, will it complicate my life further.

In short, do I REALLY need this?

lady ga ga’s tattoo: an inspiration (!)

Posted on April 27th, 2010

I never thought I’d find solace on the inside of Lady Ga Ga’s arm. 58856919

But there you go. She got this tatt done at some late-night Japanese ink parlour…quoting her favourite philosopher Rainer Maria Rilke:

In the deepest hour of the night, confess to yourself that you would die if you were forbidden to write. And look deep into your heart where it spreads its roots, the answer, and ask yourself, must I write?

I like it. But me, I’d probably gone with one of Rilke’s other quotes, like this: Read more