April 2012
4 posts
“Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you...”
– Charles Bukowski, Hot Water Music (via runawaytrain)
February 2012
9 posts
Espacios de encuentro, música e identidad, por... →
Imperfect Health
: The Medicalization of... →
“People used to hate 50s modernism and now it is being listed and protected. But...”
– Rafael Viñoly at the Opera - NOWNESS (via confessionsofanarchitect)
“Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia… You spend your whole life stuck in...”
– John Green (via runawaytrain)
January 2012
28 posts
Ornamento y Delito. Adolf Loos (Hispanoamérica.... →
La carencia de ornamento ha conducido a las demás artes a una altura imprevista. Las sinfonías de Beethoven no hubieran sido escritas nunca por un hombre que fuera vestido de seda, terciopelos y encajes. El que hoy en día lleva una americana de terciopelo no es un artista, sino un payaso o un pintor de brocha gorda. Nos hemos vuelto más refinados, más sutiles. Los greganos se tenían que...
Notas de prensa - Cuatro arquitectos proponen... →
todo para el automóvil - nada para el peatón
“I will love you as we grow older, which has just happened, and has happened...”
– Lemony Snicket (via anxietyofthemind)
“‘I need a little language such as lovers use, words of one syllable,’ writes...”
– Gretchen Henderson, On Marvellous Things Heard
(invisiblestories)
invisiblestories:
Little Toboggans:
1. Maggie Nelson describes writing as “a hard and passing rain. It, too, kills the time.” This is a statement about writing; I’m more interested in it as a statement about rain. Does she mean that time is something rain can do? Can other weathers do this?
2. People speak of “sunlight filling the room.” Always the obtrusive guest. What I feel in such a room...
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December 2011
34 posts
Medio Digital: Fragmentos de: Conversaciones con... →
AA: La arquitectura ―la verdadera― sólo existe allí donde el protagonista es ese pequeño hombre común y corriente, allí donde él es el centro, con su tragedia y su comedia.
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nuestro cielo, que retrasa las infamias
