(related: Nokia morphs itself from within)
(related: Nokia morphs itself from within)
Linda Stone asks:
"How widespread is email apnea? I observed others on computers and BlackBerries: in their offices, their homes, at cafes. The vast majority of people held their breath, or breathed very shallowly, especially when responding to email. I watched people on cell phones, talking and walking, and noticed that most were mouth-breathing and hyperventilating. Consider also, that for many, posture while seated at a computer can contribute to restricted breathing."
The concept phone meets extreme body modification with the digital tattoo interface.
"This gene, this melancholy gene, has proved the code for innovation... We can picture this in the primitive world. While the healthy bodies of the tribe were out mindlessly hacking beasts or other humans, the melancholy soul remained behind brooding in a cave or under a tree. There he imagined new structures, oval and amber, or fresh verbal rhythms, sacred summonings, or songs superior to even those of the birds. Envisioning these things, and more, this melancholy malingerer became just as useful for his culture as did the hunters and the gatherers for theirs. He pushed his world ahead. He moved it forward. He dwelled always in the insecure realm of the avant-garde."
(in the image the Honeywell 316)
"There are Gulfstream jets for sale at $55m, Bugatti Veyrons at €1.3m, and a ruby- and diamond-studded mobile phone that I think is somewhat pricey at €120,000, until I spot another one for €350,000. There's a stuffed sabre-toothed tiger for $75,000, a Plexiglas self-playing piano for €120,000, a mattress that costs $70,000 (which is almost enough to make a sabre-toothed tiger look cheap - how can a mattress cost $70,000? If it is made from cashmere and silk, it turns out) and a sort of home cryotherapy unit in which you sit in temperatures of -85C and enjoy its supposedly rejuvenating qualities. A snip at €160,000."
The way the street feels may soon be defined by what cannot be seen with the naked eye.
Dan Hill's the street as platform is a tour de force of a post that brings together the many technologies that are impacting and transforming the urban space through a stream of interlocked scenarios and possible future directions. A great, rich read.
"A great design strategist may not see themselves as a design strategist. They're probably someone who has had a few different professional identities and gets excited by the spaces where disciplines, schools of thought, and methods overlap. They are curious and easily intrigued: they like to observe what's going on around them and they're good at listening to people. And they know how to use all this data to synthesize new patterns and communicate them clearly to a range of audiences. Charlie Stross, in the sci-fi book Accelerando, describes the profession of a "meme broker" and the intense amount of content they have to assimilate every day in order to do this. Bruce Sterling calls this activity "scanning“ looking at all the sources one can and constantly asking what does this mean for my clients. Being able to work through all those data sources and pull out the implications is crucial for design strategy."
"The storyteller is deep inside every one of us. The story-maker is always with us. Let us suppose our world is ravaged by war, by the horrors that we all of us easily imagine. Let us suppose floods wash through our cities, the seas rise. But the storyteller will be there, for it is our imaginations which shape us, keep us, create us -for good and for ill. It is our stories that will recreate us, when we are torn, hurt, even destroyed. It is the storyteller, the dream-maker, the myth-maker, that is our phoenix, that represents us at our best, and at our most creative."
(from the Nobel lecture, 7 December 2007)
"The Kabbalist is not a scholar but a researcher. He is therefore constantly reading the texts of the tradition and all the writings that enable him to make progress in his research. He is always in the process of reading and interpreting. Interpretation is not a futile game but a fundamental attitude, perhaps even the fundamental attitude of the human being, implementing the emotional, spiritual and intellectual functions of man. Through its interpretation a dynamic of the psyche is produced, and of man in his entirety, who has been given the essential task of invention and the activity of opening up."
(from, Mysteries of the Kabbalah, Abbeville Press, New York, 2000)
It was in the foyer of the Serpentine Gallery, sometime early last year when a selection of Damien Hirst's collection was on show. A couple in their late thirties, baby in trendy buggy, talking with French accents about their new London home and how they were desperately trying to get hold of a Banksy. They had been outbidded somewhere in Europe. Now any would do.
"So far, Banksy’s appeal has yet to widen out from celebrity Hollywood collectors and into the lucrative New York market but, as long as the current excitement around contemporary art continues, he looks, for all his alleged dislike of the capitalist system, like a solid investment."
Art. Anarchy. Investments subverting subversion. Patterns as recurring as the pixels that spell out this text. Deflating danger through inflated price tags. Or reclaiming once dead. Like the Vatican's recent embrace of Oscar Wilde.
And yet, despite all the hordes of banks that hoard art in dark vaults, or perhaps because of them, this is too easy an argument. Too simplistic a thought.
On Sunday morning, as we walk through the cold halls of Bonhams checking out the Banksys and the D*faces and the Failes and the white-haired woman in a black fur coat it is all rather funny and somewhat right.
A golf sale of creativity in the Tiananmen Square of the modern mind.