#kkaa

[architorturedsouls]

Jodo Shu Ichigyo-in Temple / Kengo Kuma & Associates ph: Professional Photo MIYAGAWA

[parametricarchitecture]

Japanese architect @kkaa_official has revealed The Gift installation for the celebration of Geoffrey Bawa’s 100th anniversary at Lunuganga. Post by: @hamithz ——————————————————————— * Turn ON Post Notifications to see new content * Instagram 👉🏼 instagram.com/parametric.architecture * Website: 👉🏼 www.parametric-architecture.com * Facebook: 👉🏼 facebook.com/parametric.archi * Pinterest: 👉🏼 pinterest.com/parametricarchitecture * YouTube: 👉🏼 youtube.com/parametricarchitecture * Twitter: 👉🏼 twitter.com/parametricarch * Snapchat: 👉🏼 snapchat.com/paarchitecture * Linkedin: 👉🏼 linkedin.com/company/parametric.architecture * Tumblr: 👉🏼 parametricarchitecture.tumblr.com ——————————————————————— #KengoKuma #GeoffreyBawa #Bawa100 #Lunuganga #SriLanka #kkaa #architect #architectureporn #architecture #furniture #computationaldesign #architecturelovers #architecturephoto #digitalfabrication #parametricism #architects #architecture_best #architecturelove #architecturedaily #parametric #architecturephotos #architecturepicture #parametricarchitecture #parametricdesign #designporn #designart #designinspiration (at Lunuganga Geoffrey Bawa Country Estate) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7F_xefJ0ku/?igshid=19yazmc4g11mm

[metchaofficial]

“𝙄 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 21𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙡.” why contemporary Japanese architect @kkaa_official keeps sustainability and tradition at the forefront, now @ metcha.com ⠀ #leather #eames #loungechair #eamesloungechair #kkaa #kengokuma #toyama #tateyama #tokyo #japan #japanesedesign #designinspiration #interiordesign #creative #architectural #modernlogo #creativedesign #art #visual #designer #photography #artwork (at Tokyo, Japan) https://www.instagram.com/p/CLusYmIB5Jt/?igshid=1r7bhxcll1syb

[tatosat]

木を グル グル グルリン！ #theexchange #シドニー の コミュニティセンター #隈研吾 #kengokuma #kkaa @kkaa_official https://kkaa.co.jp/works/architecture/the-exchange/ #accoyawood #woodfacade #darlingharbour #sydney #sensational_architecture #excellent_structure #landscapearchitecture #design #designlovers #architecture #instaarchitecture #modernarchitecture #modernarchitecturelovers #archilovers #art #illustration #drawing #watercolor #coloredpencils #architecturesketching #建築スケッチ #건축스케치 #建筑素描 #sketching #urbansketchers https://www.instagram.com/p/CGnKl_3lEII/?igshid=6uzeyfv711b4

[avemeva]

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[yearofthemad]

Never The One: What It’s Like When You’re Always The In-Between Girl

I have recently come to terms with what it’s like to be the girl he isn’t in a relationship with.

I’ve encountered many guys who just “don’t see it going there” with me, but are comfortable enough to want to see me naked.

Then, after a few months of fooling around, they end up in a relationship with a new girl and I’m back to my relationship with copious amounts of ice cream.

Up until now, I didn’t understand the logic behind the matter until it dawned on me one day: I am the in-between girl.

By definition, I am the girl guys are with in-between serious relationships. They turn to me at vulnerable points in their lives without really realizing it. I’m a space-filler and a safe place to go because I am consistent and that’s what they need.

I’ve heard all of the names: rebound, hookup, friend with benefits — but none of them seem to fit. I don’t feel like as though they match how I feel.

He touches me, he hugs me, he kisses me, but don’t worry… we’re just friends. He says he doesn’t want a relationship but he acts like my boyfriend. I just don’t understand.

I know we mean much more to each other than just a few casual hookups here and there; there is intimacy. We talk about the future and we share secrets. That’s not casual at all.

It starts out as something innocent. We figure it will be a one-time thing, especially considering he just got out of a relationship. Then, things spiral beyond our control.

We officially enter the grey area.

This is the part where I find myself waiting around for him to text me. Although he blatantly tells me he’s not looking for a relationship, I still cling to the smidgeon of hope that he will change his mind.

When I ask why he’s distant, he says, “I want to take this slow because I’m scared by how much I like you already.” This excites me because I think I’m gaining ground in his heart.

The cyclical agony continues.

We aren’t up front with each other because we’re afraid to say things when we don’t like how they sound. “I don’t want a girlfriend but I want to f*ck you,” doesn’t exactly have a nice ring to it. Then again, neither does, “I’m f*cking you because I hope you’ll love me.”

So, I always go along with it. I allow the games to be played because at the end of the day, I am lonely.

I naturally press for more and sit through his, “I have commitment issues” speech that concludes with, “Do we really have to define this?” I lie and say no because I don’t want him to leave.

Then, one day he leaves and disappears into thin air. A few weeks later, he surfaces on social media, beaming from ear-to-ear with his new girlfriend on his arm.

Normally, I spend every second of my free time poring over our texts, wondering what I could have said to make him stay.

I’ll feel like it is all my fault that he chose not to be with me. Maybe if I had launched into a Meredith Grey-esque, “Pick me, choose me, love me,” speech, he would’ve stayed.

I don’t know if we were friends, more than friends or just complete strangers who shared a bed. I’m angry for a while, wondering, “Was this fun for him? Was I not good enough for him?”

I compare myself to her. I wonder what he sees in her but couldn’t see in me. By the end of the day, I know her life inside and out.

I offered him the world, my world, and that wasn’t enough. I wasn’t enough.

We’ll have an awkward encounter and I’ll feel seasick on dry land because I have to face the music that I’m just the in-between girl. Then, he’ll give a half-assed reason for leaving, dropping the inevitable, “It’s not you, it’s me,” bomb.

And he’s right. It’s not me. It really is him.

Us in-between women need to understand we did nothing wrong. So, why is it always us who feel like sh*t when it all goes to hell?

We didn’t ask to be hugged from behind while shopping for groceries together. We didn’t ask for the forehead kisses and the public handholding.

We didn’t mean to believe the “one days” and the “we’ll sees” that he whispered in the dark. But, what kind of person would give false hope to someone just to sleep with her? …Oh, wait.

We are still the in-between women, haunted by the “what ifs” and the futures that never pan out, and we’re okay with that.

Because one day, someone will choose us first.

[lindseymills]

sundays

I began this new era of my blog, as I always do in my perpetual optimism, with the intention of putting my thoughts into a coherent reflection each week. before I came back to tokyo for kkaa, the city was merely a fuzzy montage of happy tourist scenes and held nothing more than interesting notions of spatial density and urban metabolism. I was excited to delve into independent studies of the city and its architecture: how, why, and for whom it runs, how the visual language of the streets are perceived, how community forms, and the like. so many thoughts to explore! and then I got here, talked to a few people, made a few friends, started working on the competition non-stop and suddenly the only things that mattered were related directly to work I was doing in the office or people who I had a vested interest in now.

tokyo continues to impress me and I still backlog thoughts concerning its nature during the week; but with the pressure of a challenging (but rewarding) competition, its looming deadline, and consequently the (at the minimum) 80-hour work weeks that result, I very rarely feel like writing (unsurprisingly) with what few shreds of time I have. I suspect there will be a series of posthumous-tokyo posts when I have more mental stamina and time to devote to mediocre theorizing.

I feel fortunate that kkaa is located centrally in minami-aoyama. even with long days in the office there is still at the minimum an exposure to a pretty wide breadth of the city. that, and it’s pretty hard not to feel tied into the larger pulse of tokyo when you’re squished into three square inches of subway space along with what feels like half the city.

the following photos are primarily from sundays — the only day that I really get to dissociate from work and explore tokyo as I would a tourist. they are spent making small pilgrimages to neighboring architectural meccas, exploring new neighborhoods, going to parks or musuems, watching movies. this sunday I went to an onsen -- public bathhouse. onsen are very common but I went to this one in particular because it has a lap pool.  after checking out goggles and a cap the lifeguard asked if I was a beginner ("no, I'm pretty good" I answered as I quickly scanned the pool to see mainly bloated old grannies bobbing and hopping across the lanes) and then pointed me to a lane for more advanced swimmers. after a few laps a little smiling lady swimming next to me started yapping to me in rapid-fire japanese with no pause. concerned, both lifeguards came over, and after a brief discussion they apologized and in broken English said "you are very fast. there is another lane." and I replied, "okay... so I should move to that one?" and they said "if you want! I am sorry!" (they apologize for everything here, even if it is to acknowledge your mistakes.) I moved lanes and then a while later heard the original old lady cooing over at me and giving thumbs up. for a country on an eternal quest for perfection, sometimes they are shockingly easily impressed.

from the top: pedestrian-only ginza on sunday, marie in renzo piano's hermes studio, junja ishigami's KAIT, yoyogi park, yoyogi park again, hiroshi nakamura's sayama chapel, and mt fuji as seen from sayama.

listening to: pursuit of happiness, by kid cudi -- lately the only things I seem to be able to stomach are either mozart and beethoven or kid cudi and a$ap rocky. balance.

[yearofthemad]

To all the exes, people who liked me, and gave up on me:

I’m sorry.

I truly am.

  But that’s not all; I want you to keep reading until the very end. No matter how long this might get, I want you to keep on reading, trust me; you might need it.

  Okay, so, we all know that one girl who is emotionally unstable and terrified of commitments. Unfortunately, you have hit on one. Although, I want you to know that just because a girl is pushing you away, doesn’t mean she wants you gone in her life. Sometimes it’s just a signal that she’s starting to fall, and falling in love is not easy for some people, okay? Some people, like me, could and would wait for a billion light years to find that one person who will take all their fears away. Anyways, what am I frightened of when it’s “it’s just a freaking relationship, for God’s sake, Kiarra,” well, a lot, to be honest. I’m scared to be not taken seriously again, I’m scared to be played with again, I’m scared to be a rebound again, and I’m scared to be an option again. Worst case scenario: I'm scared to try my best and give my all but end up from not even being close to someone’s choice. People should understand that I have not become like this for no reason. Okay, fine, let’s call it the “love rebellion,” or whatever suits it. But people have their personal reasons, okay? You just have to dig deeper, but be careful not to drown. I always tell people that I’m fine with this, the kind of relationship that I won’t take anyone seriously because I need to feel superior of the other party, otherwise, I might end up being attached, and I’m not good at it because I just not am. I know you think that some girls are less complicated than me, and why couldn’t it be just as simple as that, but not all girls are the same. Some girls have been played with a lot, and what it takes to win them is to try as hard as you can, because even if you beg to differ, they will keep on building walls to protect their selves, because the world is a big and scary place, we just want to feel in control of ourselves, we don’t want to get lost once again.

I didn't leave just because I don't feel like hanging around anymore. I left because I was scared. I'm a coward when it comes to relationships, and I'm sorry. I guess I was just looking for someone who is willing to take me at my worst.

The next time you are about to give up on someone just because they’re complicated, think of the good things, because if you don’t give up on her, she won’t give up on you too and it will be worth it. And to that one person who didn’t (and hopefully will not) give up on me, thank you so much for trying. I know how bitchy I can get, but I assure you, everything is and will be worth it.