The tolling bell
Measures time not our time, rung by the unhurried
Ground swell, a time
Older than the time of chronometers, older
Than time counted by anxious worried women
Lying awake, calculating the future,
Trying to unweave, unwind, unravel
And piece together the past and the future,
Between midnight and dawn, when the past is all deception,
The future futureless, before the morning watch
When time stops and time is never ending;
And the ground swell, that is and was from the beginning,
From T.S. Eliot's The Dry Salvages, No. 3 of the Four Quartets
Arrival, based on Ted Chiang's excellent The Story of Your Life, is an amazing film; I've seen it three times, devoured the original fiction in a single session, and spent a few enjoyable hours dissecting it and everything in between with the delightful and talented Tara Cartland. We thought having a record of these discussions would be nice, and help us understanding our strong yet differing emotional reactions to both film and written story.
What follows is an email exchange and massive, unthinkably unfair spoilers. If you have any interest in seeing it, go now. We'll wait.
I have an opening question! Is text or email better? That wasn’t the question. The question is — why change the title from Story of Your Life to Arrival? (Apart from the ability to market it as science fiction.)
I think this goes to the heart of our questions around adaptations; What to keep? What to remove? How does the new medium change the narrative? With this story/film in particular, the changes are necessary and, for me, mostly welcome.
The short answer to the question is: because it's no longer the story of someone else's life. The shift from a first person narrative to third person, necessitated by the shift in medium — and the nearly inherent distance filmic conventions — mean the subject of the film is no longer "Hannah" (left nameless in the short story), but Dr. Banks. This shift in focus changes the weighting of narrative structure, too; far more time is spent with Dr. Banks and her translation work in the film, and less on the life of Hannah.
Instead, Arrival presents us with slivers, moments of emotional time which build to a revelation; the same revelation as in Story of Your Life, and no less anguishing and hopeful. (I'm trying to find a word to describe this emotion. It is joy and melancholy and nostalgia all at once?)
I think one advantage the written story has is the ability to shift tenses and timeframes rapidly. By projecting forward and backward in the same moment, it enables us to inhabit many spaces contiguously. Film, more so than almost any other medium, is reliant on putting one foot in front of the other. It's quite common for films to take us into a character's past or future, but it usually requires a grounding in the present. Notable exceptions to the are Shane Currath's Primer (to a lesser extent, Currath's Upstream Colour does the same) and Christopher Nolan's Memento.
We've spoken about this having a chiastic structure, which is something much more common in literary convention than filmic, but I do think both Arrival and Story of Your Life are phenomenally successful variants of the same ring. Even if they have different names.
How do you think language and syntax change our reading of these story? (Yes, that's deliberate plural singular.)
We'll edit this, right? 😉
You’re right - the subject shifts from the unnamed daughter of the story to Louise in the film. This is something I feel is a slight, though understandable, loss in the adaptation. The story grants the daughter an ‘unknowable’ quality:
“What I’ll think is that you are clearly, maddeningly not me. It will remind me, again, that you won’t be a clone of me; you can be wonderful, a daily delight, but you won’t be someone I could have created by myself.”
And in doing so acknowledges the limitations of Louise’s subjectivity. This is powerful - even when she can see into the future, it doesn’t make her more perceptive. If anything, she’s more human, thankful and joyous that she can care so deeply about something she can’t understand.
In the film, Hannah exists essentially and only in relation to Louise (and later, somewhat in relation to Ian. Although that, too, is ultimately about Louise). And so the film is somewhat more solipsistic in its telling. While it retains anti-solipsism as a theme, it maybe loses something here - another concentric ring, perhaps - and I ended up missing the thoughtful tone of the story.
Both texts prompt you to experience them as Louise. But the ‘knowing Louise’ of the story and the ‘learning Louise’ of the film offer very different experiences. Emotional engagement with both is achieved, I think, differently too.
Having read the story, perhaps I was never going to enjoy the film journey of Louise as much as you were? I already knew what she had yet to discover. I didn’t/couldn't feel the full force of that incredible line: “Who is that child?”
This gets at something I’m itching to talk about I’m going to completely ignore your question and instead ask you another one - does the Louise of the film have free will?
You're exactly on the money with the variation between Knowing and Learning of Louise—I think these are necessarily different experiences due to the way each medium gets us to engage with the characters and their story. Film necessarily requires us to Learn the character, as we cannot see, know, or understand their inner thoughts without monologue (a trope to be avoided). Instead, we must learn who they are through the way they respond to the scenarios presented to them. I think it's telling that Filmic Louise—actually, maybe in the parlance of Story of Your Life, Louise B is better. So, it's telling that Louise A (story Louise) and Louise B (film Louise) react in the same way to the appearance of Colonel Halper, and yet the way these reactions play out is entirely different.
We see Louise A's ambition and excitement through her inner monologue, the way she describes and reacts to the information presented. We see Louise B's ambition and excitement through her eventual push and competitiveness for the opportunity; something which unfolds over time. These moments position the Louises as people who have wants, needs, desires which extend beyond the map of the story—there is an academic life for Louise only barely hinted at within these moments. And yet, they are part of the weaving of personality through the film which creates the emotional punch at the flip towards the end (or the very end) of both stories.
The written story naturally calls for reflection and thoughtfulness; it enables us to engage with the subject matter at an intellectual level which is not allowed for in the film. Chiang is able to spend multiple paragraphs describing the ins-and-outs of the heptapod language structure, whereas I think doing so within the film would probably lose some audience engagement. (I did very much enjoy the breakdown of how to frame a question and the assumptions within it as shown in the film. Nerd alert.) However, the multi-sensory approach film allows for delivered, for me, a bigger emotional reaction to the narrative.
I'll ignore you ignoring my question... So, does the Louise of the film have free will?
This probably goes broader than you're wanting, but it does raise the question of any of us having agency over our choices. Sam Harris talks in his book Free Will about the appearance of choice not being the same as actually having choice. There's an interesting paragraph which I don't have in front of me now, but, to paraphrase, it states that; examining the point at which choices come from reveals a nothingness. From where does the choice spring? Do you have control over thinking or not thinking? These answers would imply that none of us have Bonafide Free Will™, but more of a Free Will Light™. And then we have Daniel Dennett's compatibilist counterpoints to respond to... maybe best to leave that discussion for another time.
To project onto the final moments of the film, I would suggest that Louise B has made a Choice. Interestingly, we don't know, in the way that we know in the book, whether this is a real Choice or the Vision of a Choice. The montage of moments leading to the final shot of [SPOILER HORN] Ian's embrace would suggest that she does have free will, she has accepted her choice, and will live out her life as shown within the memories of Louise B. How reliable is the film as a narrator? We seem to be taking it as wrote that these memories are real and true memories—the film does not suggest otherwise, of course.
It's implied that Louise A has choice, but that choice appears to be deeply influenced by the modification of her thinking. It becomes more instinct than cognition. I think.
Don't you find it interesting that pre-knowledge of events for the Louises reinforces their humanity, their emotion, in a way that pre-knowledge of events did not for your impression of the film? I mean, hearing that "Who is that child?" line for the first time was a shock, but compared to the repeated gut punches dotted throughout on second viewing... hoo boy.
I'm curious about your impression of the Drs. Banks agency... who has more agency? Louise A or Louise B?
Well - to address your second last paragraph -l, to address your point about carrying in pre-knowledge (from the story) to the film - that was exactly my I certainly experiencehad an even more emotional reaction when I read the story for the second time. And I suspect this will be my experience when I see the film again, I’m surein (and I’m not caught up trying to figure out how it works). That’s why we’re talking about this as a successful adaptation. The emotional truth of Chiang’s work is so beautifully intact.
But I wondered, halfway through the film, if I was going to cry. (Reading and rereading the story makes me cry.) I was loving the film, but I wasn’t getting as emotionally involved. And I realised it’s because I was too caught up in trying to figure out how it worked. Towards the end of the film, when I no longer had to figure that out, the full and cumulative force of it hit me and I did gross, snotty crying.
Who has more agency? It seems to me that Louise B has more agency, and some sort of free will to boot. Louise A has given up her free will - although as you point out, it’s written in a way that softens and minimises that fact (presenting her non-choice as a willing choice, an instinct followed or a line recited). Louise B, I think, has not.
Let’s consider both sets of ‘memories’ of the future. Louise A knows everything there is to know about who she is, and why she got there. There’s no context missing - in that memory, she also has the memories of everything leading up to that moment, and acts accordingly. Louise B does not - she doesn’t seem to know completely what is happening or why, even though she goes with the flow. Crucially, she brings information from these future memories (such as the General’s phone number) into her present thereby arriving (so to speak) at the time travel paradox the story so neatly avoids.
This is why Hannah’s death is changed (translated even?) from a rock climbing accident to a congenital and fatal disease; something no one - even with knowledge of the future - could have prevented. For me, it’s less poignant than the accident in the story. I can relate to the helplessness of a narrator watching someone they love taken by disease. But I am confronted by a narrator who can do nothing to stop a simple accident - seemingly so preventable - from taking place. And for me that depth of feeling is the real gift of the story.
Speaking of gifts - why did the Heptapods of the film gift their language? The film seems to present language as a key to empathy and growth, but language can also be used to lie, obscure and oppress. Surely knowledge of the future would also be double edged...
Challenging question, but before that…
I feel a need to raise issue with one of your points—the idea that no-one could have prevented Hannah’s suffering. I think the emotional weight of the film rests on this question (in fact the third last line of the film): Should Louise B have made the choice that she did about her future, knowing everything that would come to pass? Once again with this retelling, I think what we’re seeing is not a removal of the emotional/narrative intent, but a restructuring of it to make sense for the medium in which it is presented.
The climax of the film dramatically is Louise B’s “mad dash for translation” and the conversation with her antagonist (how nice that a film with aliens in it rests on a conversation!), but emotionally it is those last few future/present moments with Ian.
Your question is reminiscent of one of the challenges presented and left unanswered by both Chiang's original story and, to a slightly lesser extent, the adaptation; what are the geopolitical impacts of discovering alien technology ahead of other nations? This is something Paul Macauley tackles within his work, and I think for the sake of the story, it is lucky that this technology—their language—is given to someone whose intention for the use of it lacks malevolent intent.
The same challenges are raised with the development of ‘true’ artificial intelligence; if one nation were to develop that technology ahead of another, how would that technology advantage or disadvantage global outcomes? How do other nations react? How does the ‘host’ nation use it’s newfound power? These are challenging questions that we actually have no answer to, and neither does Arrival/Story of Your Life.
What is interesting for me is that within the film, it appears that the Heptapods have been able to advance their understanding of their language to such a point that they effectively become omniscient; they can see beyond the end of the cigarette ash, unlike Louise A and Louise B (although it is not clear that Louise B is fully unaware of the future).
So… why gift the language? This is getting beyond the text, there is reference within the original story to the Heptapods encountering plentitudes of other, non-sentient lifeforms—maybe this is about recognising sentience? Part of me feels that the strength of the narrative rests on the enigmatic nature of the encounter; the fact that their motives are unknowable is, again, a central plot point to Arrival.
Unlike the heptapods, we cannot know all.
Okay; last question for you! Would you make the same choice as Louise?
I would apologise for the lateness of my reply, but I've given up on the concept of free will. So....suck it, I guess. ;)
Would I make the same choice as Louise? (I'm going to consider this in relation to the film, as I don't think Louise A has a choice.)
The short version is: yes. The longer version is: if I was Louise, yes.
Longer again - I'm struggling to say that I would choose to have a child, no matter the grief it would result in, because the experience of love would make it worthwhile. And the more I hold that concept in my mind, the more it feels like an anti-choice ("pro-life") sentiment.
Here is the thing: Louise is only given visions of one future narrative. We're inventing a second potential future for her right now - one where she doesn't have a child or watch her die. That alternative reality is hinted at in the film - it would, presumably, be a continuation of the relatively static (and stable) life she has at the start.
I'm thinking of her house. The lake house. Big, beautiful, empty. The perfect stage for a child (and a husband, for that matter) to walk onto.
On such a stage, we can consider grief. I couldn't possibly put it better than this whole piece by Dear Sugar, to a father who lost his son:
"You have the power to withstand this sorrow. We all do, though we all claim not to. We say, “I couldn’t go on,” instead of saying we hope we won’t have to[...] More will be revealed. Your son hasn’t yet taught you everything he has to teach you. He taught you how to love like you’ve never loved before. He taught you how to suffer like you’ve never suffered before. Perhaps the next thing he has to teach you is acceptance."
The lives of our loved ones are longer and more meaningful than the number of years they last. So if I'm Louise and I'm standing on this beautiful empty and stable stage, then yes, I make that choice.
But what if I'm not? What if I don't (yet or ever) have the things - education, family, support - that grant the resilience you need to raise a child (let alone endure her death)? Or what if the thing I could build in my second narrative was as beautiful and meaningful as the child in my first - though only made possibly by her absence? What if the heptapods gave me visions of each?
We're all holding a thousand futures in our head. Even stuck in the present, experiencing time sequentially, we're making Louise-type choices all the time. We don't need Heptapods to understand that life ends and that love exposes us to grief. Euripides wrote of Alcestis' passing: "She has merely unwrapped the gift of death her mother gave her."
The best we can do is hope our choices are motivated by love, and not fear. But outside of Louise's narrative, it's impossible to simplify - as was my first instinct - and say that the choice motivated by love is the one to have the child. Which is my way of answering your question with "I just don't know".
... the emergence of a hieroglyphics of communication, which overlays the contemporary experience of cities, buildings, products, and media with a code of repeatable, reduced icons, compacted chunks of information which collapse a verbal message into a visual mark. The expanding domain of this hieroglyphic speech poses subtle problems for designers in the next millennium: How can we create cross-cultural communication without flattening difference beneath the homogenizing force of a single dialect?
Perhaps these dubious achievements are what makes graphic design the black sheep of the design family. Graphic design lacks the spatial drama or presence or architecture and product design. Architectural criticism often contrasts the plenitude of architectural form with the one-dimensionality of “sign,” “communication,” “illustration,” “anecdote,” and “information”—the very modes of expression that graphic design traffics in.
Like an over-eager, pimply-faced younger sibling, graphic design is what architecture never wants to be: namely, packaging, ornament, frame, and sign. Architecture says, “Experience, Space, Tactility, Drama, Eternity”…while graphic design says, “Can I help you? Do I look okay? Buy me, read me, eat me, drink me!”
— Ellen Lupton, Critical Wayfinding (1993)
Umberto Eco's Ur-Fascism, an assessment of the defining characteristics of fascism, is well worth the long read. Having lived through the Mussolini regime, his perspective provides both a personal understanding and a political framework.
Many quotable parts, but these leapt out:
To people who feel deprived of a clear social identity, Ur-Fascism says that their only privilege is the most common one, to be born in the same country. This is the origin of nationalism. Besides, the only ones who can provide an identity to the nation are its enemies. Thus at the root of the Ur-Fascist psychology there is the obsession with a plot, possibly an international one. The followers must feel besieged. The easiest way to solve the plot is the appeal to xenophobia. But the plot must also come from the inside: Jews are usually the best target because they have the advantage of being at the same time inside and outside. In the US, a prominent instance of the plot obsession is to be found in Pat Robertson’s The New World Order, but, as we have recently seen, there are many others.
The followers must feel humiliated by the ostentatious wealth and force of their enemies. When I was a boy I was taught to think of Englishmen as the five-meal people. They ate more frequently than the poor but sober Italians. Jews are rich and help each other through a secret web of mutual assistance. However, the followers must be convinced that they can overwhelm the enemies. Thus, by a continuous shifting of rhetorical focus, the enemies are at the same time too strong and too weak. Fascist governments are condemned to lose wars because they are constitutionally incapable of objectively evaluating the force of the enemy.
Ur-Fascism is based upon a selective populism, a qualitative populism, one might say. In a democracy, the citizens have individual rights, but the citizens in their entirety have a political impact only from a quantitative point of view—one follows the decisions of the majority. For Ur-Fascism, however, individuals as individuals have no rights, and the People is conceived as a quality, a monolithic entity expressing the Common Will. Since no large quantity of human beings can have a common will, the Leader pretends to be their interpreter. Having lost their power of delegation, citizens do not act; they are only called on to play the role of the People. Thus the People is only a theatrical fiction. To have a good instance of qualitative populism we no longer need the Piazza Venezia in Rome or the Nuremberg Stadium. There is in our future a TV or Internet populism, in which the emotional response of a selected group of citizens can be presented and accepted as the Voice of the People.
If we were to assess Trumpism (although it is dangerous to link this to just one person; this is a global movement of mildly differing ideologies) within Eco's urfascist framework, I think we wind up with a set of political regimes which embody the following:
An embrace of the Cult of Tradition. While easy to see Trump himself as a non-traditionalist due to his Bacchanalian and hedonistic impulses, there remain Traditonalists embedded deep within this movement. Nigel Farage, Marine Le Pen, Mike Pence; these are the Traditionalists.
A form of Irrationalism with a particular bias towards Action. Trump's rejection of truth, his anti-intellectual streak, and the outlandishly postured anti-elitism of the movement as whole all draw from these deep wells.
A deep and embedded Fear of Difference, outwardly and most obviously characterised as xenophobic leanings, but also by Pence's homophobic politics.
Drawing from an economically Frustrated Middle Class. It's no coincidence that Europe's current flirtations and earlier embrace of fascistic politics follow large economic downturns.
A defined and exclusionary Social Identity. This appears to present as nationalism currently, separate from white supremacy; to hear the leaders of this movement speak, they are avowed anti-racists (which, like, eyeroll) but they fundamentally believe Americans/English/French/Russian people are better than Iranian/Chinese/Mexican people.
Trump's defining political character is America's Humiliation by the wealth and power of, in particular, China, the cunning and scheming of Isis and Iran, et cetera. Summarised as "We don't win anymore."
Selective Populism is a frequent addition to this awful melting pot. The movement talks a lot about the will of the people, that there is a Silent Majority (never mind that Trump never got an actual majority—he just fractured his enemies and coasted in on 25% of the vote. Thanks America!)
Newspeak, to go straight back to Eco: "impoverished vocabulary, and an elementary syntax, in order to limit the instruments for complex and critical reasoning." Trump's syntax and vocabulary are awful, and so limited as to be childish and easy to mimic. "We're going to win bigly" springs to mind.
To varying degrees, either the promotion or acceptance of Machismo. All the discussion of locker room talk, the misogynist policies of the Republic party, the outlandish hatred directed at women, in particular; these are all Machismo in one form or another.
Combining these elements, and slight sprinkles of a few others as noted by Eco, gives us the core of the new fascism. But how to counter it? The last time the West encountered broad fascism, it lead to civil war and global conflict. We must prevent this outcome, but countering an ascendant ideology is no small task.
Time to think dangerously.
Waking today in a horrible stub of the darkest timeline, I hear Gil Scott-Heron's iconic Comment #1 echoing in my head louder than ever.
The time is in the street you know
Us living as we do upside down
And the new word to have is revolution
People don't even want to hear the preacher spill or spiel
Because God's hole card has been thoroughly piqued
And America is now blood and tears instead of milk and honey
The youngsters who were programmed
To continue fucking up woke up one night
Digging Paul Revere and Nat Turner as the good guys.
America stripped for bed and we had not all yet closed our eyes.
The signs of Truth
Were tattooed across our often-entered vagina
We learned to our amazement the untold tale of scandal
Two long centuries buried in the musty vault
Hosed down daily with a gagging perfume
America was a bastard
The illegitimate daughter of the mother country whose legs
Were then spread around the world
And a rapist known as freedom: free doom
Democracy, liberty, and justice were
Revolutionary code names that preceded
The bubbling bubbling bubbling bubbling
Bubbling in the mother country's crotch
And behold a baby girl was born
Nurtured by slave holders and whitey racists
It grew and grew and grew screwing
Indiscriminately like mother, like daughter
Everything unplagued by her madame mother
The present mocks us, good Black people
With keen memories set fire to the bastards
Who ask us in a whisper to melt and integrate
Young, very young, teeny bopping revolt on weekend young dig
By proxy what a mental ass kicking
They receive through institutionalized everything
And vomit up slogans to stay out of Vietnam
They seek to hide their relationship with the world's prostitute
Alienating themselves from everything
Except dirt and money
With long hair, grime, and dope
To camo-hide the things that cannot be hidden
They become runaway children to walk the streets downtown with everyday
Black people sitting on the curb
Crying because we know that they will go back
Home with a clear conscience and a college degree
The irony of it all, of course
Is when a pale face SDS motherfucker dares
Look hurt when I tell him to go find his own revolution
He wonders why I tell him that America's revolution
Will not be the melting pot but the toilet bowl
He is fighting for legalized smoke, or lower voting age
Less lip from his generation gap and fucking in the street
Where is my parallel to that?
All I want is a good home and a wife and a children
And some food to feed them every night
Back goes pale face to basics
Does Little Orphan Annie have a natural?
Do Sluggo's kinks make him a refugee from Mandingo?
What does Webster's say about soul?
I say: you silly chipe motherfucker, your great grandfather
Tied a ball and chain to my balls
And bounced me through a cotton field
While I lived in an unflushable toilet bowl
And now you want me to help you overthrow what?
The only Truth that can be delivered to a four year
Revolutionary with a whole card i.e. skin is this:
Fuck up what you can in the name of
Piggy Wallace, Dickless Nixon, and Spiro Agnew
Leave brother Cleaver and Brother Malcolm alone please
After all is said and done build a new route to China if they'll have you
Who will survive in America?
Who will survive in America?
Who will survive in America?
Who will survive in America?
Go read the history of why he wrote The Revolution Will Not Be Televised.
Copywrong to copywriter
That great feeling when you come across something beautiful and its designed by one of your mates. :)
Are We Human?
Istanbul’s Design Biennale looks neato indeed.
Percentage of white people in the United States..
White people for peace.
Art Every Day 2017 Mini Calendar
Love this Art Every Day calendar, but the idea of having a physical calendar is just *so* gross.
Easy to see why NB International Pro was our house typeface for a while there. Lovely packaging work.
Design Research Lab | Polyloge #1
The internet does not exist. Networks are just mirrors. Communication is dead.
I want to go to there—specifically, the wooden pavilion in Bergen.
Fonts - F37 Jan by Facd37 - HypeForType Font Shop
F37 Jan is a geometric typeface inspired by Jan Tschichold, and features ink traps. INK TRAPS.
AIR B N P – POSITION Collective
Imagen: live in design shop. POSITION Collective make real 4 u.
Too many of you just shrug when you hear that a smarthomes service has shut down overnight. You even use the word “service” without really understanding it. You don’t really want to have to handle customers, “customer” being the word for human beings who have expressed trust in your expertise and conscientiousness using their own money. Many of you have never done time in retail, and learned the principles of delighting the customer, nor utilities, where you will never hear from a customer until something goes wrong and the victory condition is silence. There’s no dopamine hit in utilities. Don’t do utilities if you want to be loved. Don’t do retail if you can’t handle having the insanity of the human race rubbed in your face every day.
Doing half the job is going to be much, much worse than not doing it at all. Most people, in most tech fields, only do half the job.
When its time to party, we will party hard.
Andrew W.K. — party person, life advisor
Michael Wolff: "Why all the poor logos?" - Design Week
This has everything you could possibly want in a design rant: discursive apoplexy, conflicting statements, a ‘things were better in the old days’ attitude, and Nazis.
first stage of renzo piano's columbia campus nears completion
American wayfinding design continues to disappoint.
Go Play: Mini Metro
Urban planning at the teeniest, weeniest of scales.
Kinematic Petals Dress debuts at MFA | Nervous System blog
Somehow missed this back in February, but Nervous System had an extremely interesting dress in at the Boston MFA.
Automation Threatens to Make Graphic Designers Obsolete
“They Took Our Jobs!” designers vs robots edition.
Project Dreamcatcher | Autodesk Research
Related to the above, Autodesk’s Project Dreamcatcher looks super interesting; literally computer aided design.
“Music: a combination of sounds, with a view to beauty of form and expression of emotion.”
The next design trend is one that eliminates all choices
Wondering what to make of this. Choice paralysis is awful, but this is a road which seems to lead to people as input-output oriented actors within a system. If our daily life is automated to such an extent, what is left? I understand the arguments around freeing up thinking time, but they just seem to be proposing a glossy version of Charlie Chaplin's Eating Machine.
“Flow not friction,” “convenience not choice,” and “efficiency not freedom” are the mantras of anticipatory design.
Products – misc-ellany
How much for the whole set? Someone buy for me plz k thx.
Visualizing the U.S.-Mexico Border
Ever wanted to travel the entire length of the US/Mexico border? The Intercept has you covered.
Carluccio's rebrands to attract younger audience - Design Week
The colour combination here is … gross. Nice blue, horrible, horrible brown.
Bitmap Banshees – Psychedelic science-fiction slash-B-grade horror frogger reality.
Just in time for Halloween, VR edition.
Site specific spectra from Gabriel Dawe.
The imaginary architecture of Marcel Ertorteguy blends crop production with dwellings.
Brexit — a story in maps – Medium
They lean in close and whisper "I like maps."
The 50 most popular brand colors
An in depth analysis of the use of colour within branding elements. Neat use of scripting.
House Vision 2
Stunning architectural exhibition in Japan.
Great photo essay from Luca Arena over on Domus.
For love or money?
Mandatory reading for designers, strategists, and professional people everywhere.
Trust Phillipe Starck to make a solid break from the Jony Ive aesthetic. Lovely work, too.
On the Grid | Melbourne
Beautiful designer guides—this one’s for my hometown. They’ve got so many places and suburbs already covered you’d be nuts not to have a look, especially if you've got a thing for contemporary conformism.
Mathias Hahn Product Design
The Scantling lamp by Mathias Hahn is dreamy. So dreamy.
Perry Bible Fellowship
In which Perry Bible Fellowship predicts my reaction to a Trump presidency.
Researchers Found Where Depression Lives in the Brain
Fascinating MRI study into the exact location of depression within the brain.
Like something from one of my favourite dreams. Beautiful work.