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Video: Modeling a 3D printed bristle dress

Ica Paru, an accessories designer and model, recently became the very first person to wear the Bristle Dress from Francis Bitonti Studio after donning the 3D printed garment at a Brooklyn photo shoot.

As MakerBot’s Blake Eskin notes, the two-piece dress is cloudlike, as much an armature that poses the body as a garment to pose in.

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Transforming your smartphone into a stethoscope

Those who are new to the exciting world of 3D printing often choose to create a simple personalized smartphone case as their first project.

 However, Suman Mulumudi decided to take things one step further.

Using an Atmel-powered Makerbot Replicator 2, the high school student turned his iPhone into a stethoscope with a unique 3D printed iPhone case (Steth IO) designed to collect low-frequency…

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3D printing a city of ideas

Writing for the official MakerBot blog, Blake Eskin notes that buildings designed today may not open for well over a decade. As such, architects often create models to help people understand what the future structures will actually look like on the ground.

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PHOTO: a recent example of the many subway photographs Blake Eskin has shot and posted using Instagram.

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Of all the many many people, including me, who have photographed strangers on subways and trains, I thought of Eskin when I reached this passage today in the novel Rules of Civility:

Though taken more than twenty-five years earlier, the photographs had never been shown publicly. Evans apparently had some sort of concern for his subjects' privacy. This may sound strange (or even a little self-important) when you consider that he had photographed them in such a public place. But seeing their faces lined along on the wall, you could understand Evans's reluctance. For, in fact, the pictures captured a certain naked humanity. Lost in thought, masked by the anonymity of their commute, unaware of the camera that was trained so directly upon them, many of these subjects had unknowingly allowed their inner selves to be seen.

… It happens to all of us. It's just a question of how many stops it takes. Two for some. Three for others. Sixty-eighth Street. Fifty-ninth. Fifty-first. Grand Central. What a relief it was, those few minutes with our guard let down and our gaze inexact, finding the one true solace that human isolation allows.