Brian W. Ferry

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Brian W. Ferry
Phillip Finder - “Brutalist Award” for UC Berkeley. 6x6x6″ 2016
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Zhu Daoping(朱 道平 Chinese, b.1949)
綠原 via more
Mag Soft by HAY…
whitehotel:
Martin Puryear, Untitled (1977)
Mikkel Mortensen - Still Life for Rum Magazine, stylist Gitte Kjaer
Tadashi Ito
Robert Stadler - cut_paste #3 (marble and aluminum wall console, 2015) Airspace exhibition at Carpenters Workshop [Paris, 2015]
Robert Stadler - cut_paste #3 (marble and aluminum wall console, 2015)
Morgane Tschiember, Bubbles, 2014, glass, wood, 50 x 20 x 45 cm http://www.rolandoanselmi.com/ http://www.tracywilliamsltd.com/ http://www.loevenbruck.com/
Half-Slope House / Denis Joelsons + Gabriela Baraúna Uchida
Dover Beach BY MATTHEW ARNOLD The sea is calm tonight. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay. Come to the window, sweet is the night-air! Only, from the long line of spray Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land, Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling, At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin, With tremulous cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in. Sophocles long ago Heard it on the Ægean, and it brought Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow Of human misery; we Find also in the sound a thought, Hearing it by this distant northern sea. The Sea of Faith Was once, too, at the full, and round earth’s shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled. But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world. Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.
Alberto Giacometti, Candlestick, circa 1930, Bronze
Artist’s Studio | Arquitecturia
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