Ombré Glass Chair: Tribute To Shiro Kuramata by Germans Ermičs
Ombré Glass Chair (2017) by Germans Ermičs is a tribute to Shiro Kuramata (1934 – 1991). His iconic Glass Chair (1976) is one of the most influential furniture designs of the 20th century. A breakthrough concept, and one that is profoundly true to its material, Glass Chair set a precedent for the direction of design in glass, in which the simplicity, transparency, and seeming weightlessness of the material are emphasized.
The Glass Chair exemplifies fascination with immateriality and transparency. Employing the revolutionary, new industrial product Photobond 100, which cleanly bonds glass, Kuramata was able to join six sheets of glass without screws, mounts or reinforcements thus eliminating all traces of structure. Formed solely from planes of clear glass, the chair’s solid state seems to dissolve. Almost invisible, these planes, without tangible support, hang in the air.
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So there’s this guy on Reddit I was talking to who is creating a fake block that looks down upon Planeswalkers, and takes the power of each mana to it’s extremes… it inspired me to play with that idea, but in the blind eternities.
Extinguished is a temporary creature type which is given to Planeswalkers who lose their spark while within the Blind Eternities. Effectively, the Blind Eternities is made in to it’s own plane, composes solely of former planeswalkers of all power levels, and Eldrazi.
Planing the ebony to 17mm thick. Hard stuff and it’s gumming up the soles of my wooden planes (a few strokes on sandpaper/float glass and it’s gone). And yes, a small crack here and there at the end grain. Plan is to do my best when laying out dovetails to make sure they’re in the waste. But this ebony is gorgeous stuff and there’s even a bit of a curl in some of the pieces 😊 #wood #woodworking #gabonebony #handtools #jewelrycabinet #workslow #getzen
(( Ship Warning: This Fic contains Lewthur (Lewis x Arthur)
Yoooooo so it’s finally time to post a thing about this: this anon came into my inbox a whileeeeee ago and I ended up asking the anon if they were okay if I made it into a drabble instead of a magic anon since anything related to this magic anon would be considered AU territory because I consider all my Lewthur writing to be in AUs since my Lewis is straight and not interested in Arthur romantically.
So yea, here is a drabble where Mallew’s memories suddenly become quite clear…and he finally understands the situation in full…
Update: a sequel to this drabble can be found here!))
It’s a tradition for Tyra to parade out her semifinalists and make them share their darkest and most personal secrets in order to determine whether they have it what it takes to be a model. On ANTM, a subpar appearance can always be overlooked if the model has some rare disease or tragic accident in her past.
This year, though… it’s like ANTM wasn’t even trying to make us cry! Was this really the best they could find? Where is the Hurricane Katrina survivor? Where is the homeless person? Where is the burn victim? Where is the victim of female circumcision? Where is that one lesbian who was the sole survivor of a plane crash as a kid?
I’m almost tempted to say that they are putting more focus on finding actual models this year, except they recruited a bunch of freaks and shorties, so that can’t be it. Anyway, you can read about some of their personal tragedies here… and no, don’t worry about grabbing the tissues.
Mame was the child of a diplomat and lived a privileged lifestyle in Switzerland with cooks and maids. Then she got in one little fight, and her mom got scared; she said, “You’re moving with your aunt and your uncle in Bel Air.” Okay, I might have mixed her story up a bit with the Fresh Prince, but anyway, she gets shipped to her aunt and uncle in America for “stability”’s sake. Apparently, Mame could not stop this because there’s NO arguing with African parents. Maybe, though, there’s just no arguing with her father because he’s a diplomat and therefore always diplomatic.
Just when you think Mame’s story can’t get any sadder, she cries about how she was “raised over the phone.” If only the Line App were around when she was a teenager, I’m sure she’d be much closer to her family.
You’ll never guess what’s wrong with this guy. He’s suffering from a long…
… neck. The poor child! At least he’ll never be accused of being a no-neck monster.
His more substantial physical disability is “cauliflower ear.” I initially thought Tyra was babbling nonsense, but apparently that’s a real thing where the ear gets deformed after a wrestler gets bashed in the head repeatedly. If I were Dustin, I’d be more considered about what those injuries have done to his intelligence than the cartilage in his ears.
Believe it or not - and Tyra doesn’t apparently - this poor kid has to PAY HIS OWN BILLS. What has this world come to? Mikey says his childhood was difficult because the “late ‘80s/early 90s was a rough time in the world.” (Pretty sure he’s throwing shade at New Kids on the Block here.) He’s also one of the first males in his family not to go to prison. That’s an accomplishment, I guess, but why aren’t we seeing his formerly incarcerated relative on this show instead? Brother Ricky for ANTM 23! #MugshotRealness #23toLife
Despite being signed to six modeling agencies, clients never book Devin for actual jobs since he is “not the typical black guy.” He says the constant rejection has left him “messed up in the head.” Again, it is not his fault, it is the lack of modeling gigs that has driven him to his bizarre behavior. We’re praying for you, Devin.
No one has ever taken a picture of Courtney in her life! No parents? No friends? The only logical explanation for this is that she was a feral child left alone in the woods until ANTM held a casting call in the forest and welcomed her to the rest of society. Will she be able to handle having OTHER people take her picture? Crossing my fingers for this girl because it is one hell of a story.
Bryant is a successful underwear model, but he’s hoping to rebrand himself as more than that. “I’m here to show you that the clothes don’t wear you, you wear the clothes.” So far on this show, Bryant has worn like zero articles of clothing, so mission failed, I’d say.
Delanie lost 40 pounds and found her transition from duckling to swan to be difficult. If only you knew what it was like to become really, really, really pretty over a short time span. She was just this ordinary girl and now she’s been forced to enter a modeling competition due to this cursed beauty.
Hadassah is also cursed with beauty - she’s so pretty that people just assume she’s dumb! “A lot of people think I’m not very smart just by looking at me…” she says. That doesn’t sound fair! “… or hearing me talk,” she continues. Wait - hold the phone. If people think you’re dumb after you talk to them, then you’re probably just dumb. But being legitimately dumb might be sadder than having your intelligence underestimated, so I’ll give you a sliver of sympathy, Hadassah.
Maleesa is the shortest person in the competition and that’s horrible because… I dunno, people keep accidentally stepping on her or something?
Justin’s immigrant parents want him to quit modeling and get a “real job.” You’d think they’d just be glad that he’s not a drug dealer like his sister (okay, technically she’s a pharmacist, but same difference). It’s hard, but he’s already trying to break expectations of what an Asian is supposed to be:
If you say so, Justin.
This girl’s parents divorced when she turned 15, and she’s more distraught about the situation than the model who got molested. You know who else’s parents were divorced by the time they were teenagers? Half of America. Don’t waste our time with this shit, Lacey, unless YOU’RE the one who got divorced. If you want to be the next Jourdan, start practicing the line “I got married at 15 and divorced at 15.”
From being a mere ranger and one of many of the (Dead) Evil Greater Power Bhaal’s spawns to sole ruler of a plane among the deities of the Upper Planes after consuming her “father’s” godhood.
Rarely in her elven form, she is often seen as a red and black marsh or hen harrier avatar patroling her personal plane within Arborea, the Chaotic Good elven heavenly wildlands. Metzli’s followers and worshippers adorn themselves in her royal colours: red, black, and green, and embrace her mantra of “no bad deed goes unnoticed.” At present she and a small company are actively searching for her murdered bondmate’s soul, originally residing in Arvandor, but assumed to have been kidnapped by former enemy of her father.
Last, but not least, Kamui Kirito’s profile with “What’s
Kamui?” additional pages and all the material related to him like details
on his seven personalities, patents, his followers etc. And with this, I’m done
with the profiles. I can finally attend to other things. <3 Well, even
though the Profiling Book hasn’t answered all the questions about S2, it has
shed light on some of them. They could do better than that though.
Brilliant Master Of Holos And Drug Designer
Special Patents related to Kamui
An Invisible Man: His Birth and Intentions
A Man Whose Existence Is Denied
Eight Personalities That Rule Over Kamui
In Search of True Judgment
Keywords Untying The “Kamui” Knot
A Season In Hell
“Putting our lives on the line, we ask you… Sibyl… can you see
our color? ”
Okay, I wrote a sequel to this fic, and man did it take like…five hours. It’s over 4,000 words long! I don’t know what came over me, I just wanted to keep writing, haha. It is a bit all over the place, though, but I’ve already spent an hour trying to trim it down, and this is the best I can do. I might turn this into a series, though. Maybe I’ll post it on AO3 if it gets that far.
CW: References to #suicide, #self-harm, and implications of Komaeda’s #terminal illnesses.
He tries everything. He feels the frenzy, now, that he sees the others had when they were trying to wake up their closest friends. The others seem to think it’s rather alarming, that he’s feeling something like this because of Komaeda. This passion. This drive. This hope. Most of the time he’s in the library on the island, researching neurology. When he’s not there, he visits Komaeda, just to make sure he’s alive.
It’s kind of weird to research it. The more he understands about it, the more he understands how he became Izuru Kamakura. That’s not really something he wants to think about, but for Komaeda…
When he realizes that, though, he realizes something else.
He would know how to wake up Komaeda.
His fingers freeze on the page he’s turning. He can’t remember being Izuru very well, which is both a blessing and a curse. He remembers feeling constant boredom, feeling used. No wonder he joined the Despairs, feeling like that. He can’t remember what finally broke him, or how it happened. Enoshima, she must have done something…broke his spirit, she said. He takes in a sharp breath, and shakes his head. That knowledge, though, those talents…they’re all there, aren’t they? Deep inside of his brain…
He doesn’t need to remember being Izuru to get them, does he?
He closes his eyes, rubs the closed eyelids. He doesn’t even know if he could do that, let alone if he wants to. He’ll research this stuff for Komaeda, try and figure out a way to wake him up, but becoming Kamakura again? That’s going too far…
But maybe he can reach those talents…if he tries hard enough.
He throws himself into researching more and more, after that, hoping to find something that will trigger his talents, or at least some of the knowledge that he had before. Even after days, weeks…he can’t reach that part of his mind.
But, he has found something. A possibility. He’s no neurosurgeon, but he takes his idea to the people who are. The look it over, speaking to each other in hushed voices while he stands there, fists tightly clenched. Maybe I didn’t think it over enough, but–
“Even with your idea and combinations, Komaeda-san’s diseases make it unlikely that he’d survive this operation–”
“I don’t care about the odds.” He snaps, sounding oddly authoritative. Maybe there’s some part of Izuru still left in him. “He’ll survive.” His luck will let him survive.
I took these photos from the observation deck on Enoshima :D Although I took the last 2 on my way around the island :3
I like this place and I wish to go back there :3 It is a funny place since it is connected to the mainland by a bridge but it feels like entering a very different place :D It could be an island far off the coast which makes it a great place to relax :3
Also there is great food (๑ ॣ•͈ٮ•͈ ॣ)♡ /\ /\ =(^-^)= (u_u)s <=the cats on this island seem to agree with me on the food :D
One of the most amazing things to see were the eagles soaring over the island and fighting with each other :o Just imagine 2 of those rushing towards each other and colliding in a small skirmish then diving down still entrenched in one another and letting go and either each going their own way or attacking again :o It is a very impressive display of skill and power :o
The landscape is very impressive too :3 It is quite rugged and the waves are crushing onto the coast constantly. The whole island feels like it had some fierce encounters with the sea which the very impressive wave breaking wall on the sea side of the island bears witness to :) I have to think of the big storm in the movie Ponyo every time I look at my photos of Enoshima and travel back to this place in my daydreams (o^-^o)
I liked the shrine too but I didn’t take too many photos of it (^-^;)
Aaaaand of course a photo of one of the very kind inhabitants of Enoshima :D They seemed to be very happy but also quite sleepy because it was summer back then :D I cuddled and petted another cat that seemed sad when I left and followed me for a short time… I wish I could have taken it with me ( ﾐΦﻌΦ)ฅ I would have named it ポテト(poteto) ( ﾐΦﻌΦ)ฅ
Last week was quite nice :) I went to a Wintermarkt (it is just like a Weihnachtsmarkt :D and to a Japan Stammtisch (thanks to @ninjalinslondon for recommending me meetup.com :) I also went to a English Stammtisch to practice English for my TOEFL test :3 It was really nice and it is great to meet people with similar interests although I feel like I’m kind of a unique/weird person (^-^;) Also I got told that I’m handsome (o^-^o) although I don’t really think I’m but still I enjoyed getting complimented :)
I worked on my kitchen shelf but I didn’t complete too much work as I nicked a plane blade by truing a used planes sole (>_<;) I should have used a scraper first to remove the first layer of wood and dirt :D Anyway I finished resharpening it now and I hope to finish the main part this weekend :)
Also I’m quite busy at my internship :) I hope I won’t disappoint anyone (^-^;) I’m trying my best but I’m also very aware of my flaws and my head is a wonderful place for analyzing things but I have troubles communicating what is going on inside of it… So sometimes all people can see is a single tree in the mist while there is a forest behind the veil of moist air.
Also I got a wonderful package from a very dear Japanese friend
I wish everyone a great week and sweet dreams and lots of fluffy cats (^-^)/
Warnings: None Word Count: 1,653 Notes: Sort of Post-AOU, but also ignoring a lot of things that AOU established. For Stony Bingo 2015 prompt “last to know/oblivious”.
“Shit!” Steve jumps and his pen hand goes wild, scratching a jagged line through the entire drawing. “Jesus fuck, Nat, warn a guy.”
“Not my fault you’re not on your guard.” When he looks up at her, she looks distinctly pleased with herself, mouth quirking up and hip at a cocky angle. He feels like he doesn’t get to see her relaxed like this enough anymore, so he lets it go, looking back down at the ruined figure study. “That looks familiar,” Nat says, fingers tracing a bicep.