Tiny fake food is fascinating. It is. Making tiny food is amazing! Boiling, frying, baking..science wins.
The Japanese have Cute mastered.
- July 28th, 2010
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July, 2010 Archives
Yes, I am aware this is a terrible photo and you can’t see a thing. But let me tell you a little story about that brown blob in the bottom there.
A little over a year ago I was out “helping” a friend with an oil change in the alley, and the gal started bleeding all over the place, the truck not the friend, oil, not blood, so I dashed inside and grabbed a rag ..rags in my house are usually shirts I’ve ruined, usually within the first 3 wearings, this one I had spilled bleach on, and we sopped up the black gold and like good environmentally conscious people threw it in the dumpster.
This morning on a walk in an alley one block away, an alley I cruise every week, there was my shirt, laying in the middle of the road. My same brown, Old Navy, 3/4 sleeve with the tell tale bleach stains, WITH an oil funnel sitting on top.
One year later.
Dumpster Diving Hoarders or Major Time Warp? You decide.
I have come to the frightening conclusion that I am the decisive element. It is my personal approach that creates the climate. It is my daily mood that makes the weather. I possess tremendous power to make life miserable or joyous. I can be a tool of torture or an instrument of inspiration; I can humiliate or humor, hurt or heal. In all situations, it is my response that decides whether a crisis is escalated or de-escalated, and a person humanized or de-humanized. If we treat people as they are, we make them worse. If we treat people as they ought to be, we help them become what they are capable of becoming.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749 – 1832)
Boy are these cute. Creative mom imagines what her baby is dreaming and builds it around her while she is sleeping.
A friend of mine is working on a Denver graffiti documentary project. She is working lo-fi and doing the whole thing with Holgas and such. What I love the most is her titling that is born of intense introspection drawing from an impressive understanding of art history and biological science. This one is named after my favorite mischevious fence jumping creature.
Check more of her work here: Jamie Guler
Stumbled across this site the other day. I’m full on guilty of housing folders of porn on my computer now. Bike porn. Are these just gorgeous creatures or what? And yes, I do want to motor around Denmark on one of these. Immediately please.
Strayed from the girls room to check out the boys room art…looks like I need to expand my project out a bit.
I love this. I would have given him extra credit.
