NeochaEDGE x NIKE, wall mural in the new shanghai... →
She enters the train coughing.”Mary. homeless. cancer. money please.” Her stringy blonde hair sways with the small drags of her feet. Familiar to many of the eyes that dodge contact this morning, she makes her way through the crowd. A man writhes in discomfort at the thought of sharing the same air as Mary; his open legs spread a little more as he slouches further in the orange grooves made for...
brace yo selves. a new blog is on the horizon.
rest assured that this restless soul continues to rest with thoughts of what the rest of his world could look like if he stopped imagining and started seeing it for what it really was.
OBIA, THE THIRD: James Mollison: "Where Children... →
tobia: “Where Children Sleep: stories of diverse children around the world, told through portraits and pictures of their bedrooms. When Fabrica asked me to come up with an idea for engaging with children’s rights, I found myself thinking about my bedroom: how significant it was during my childhood,…
With the hair on my legs rubbing against this new mattress, I was reminded of how I managed to buy a bed sheet instead of a bed skirt the night before at Wal-Mart. The increasingly familiar but illegible writing on the packages, signs, doors and streets of Nanjing are becoming a part of my every day life. Its 6:55 am and the lingering bouts of jet lag occasionally force me to wake up earlier than...