Behold, the ingeÂnious underÂground bicyÂcle storÂage of Japan! What a vision of futurÂist effiÂcienÂcy — the only thing missÂing is RayÂmond Scott’sPowÂerÂhouse (aka Bugs BunÂny facÂtoÂry music).
JapanÂese culÂturÂal comÂmenÂtaÂtor DanÂny Choo strapped a camÂera to his seat to capÂture a bike’s eye view of the robotÂic Eco Cycle Anti-SeisÂmic UnderÂground BicyÂcle Park. It takes an averÂage of 8 secÂonds for two-wheelÂers to make the jourÂney — human involveÂment stops at the street levÂel card readÂer.
(One interÂnet comÂmenter wonÂdered what hapÂpens if the sysÂtem malfunctions…and all I can say is I once spent what felt like an eterÂniÂty, trapped in Disney’s HauntÂed ManÂsion.)
As futurÂisÂtic visions go, it’s a finite one. The enviÂronÂmenÂtalÂly-friendÂly design allows for fairÂly easy de-instalÂlaÂtion, should pubÂlic demand for safe, subÂterÂranean bike parkÂing wane.
Cities from LonÂdon and Paris to New York and Hangzhou have embraced bikeÂsharÂing schemes, but the JapanÂese modÂel allows cyclists to keep their own rides. Signs postÂed at street levÂel remind ridÂers to remove perÂsonÂal effects like pets (!) before using the sysÂtem.) UnlimÂitÂed parkÂing and retrieval comes in at under 20 bucks a month.
RememÂber disÂfigÂurÂing binders with band logos and lyrics, dooÂdling in the marÂgins of textÂbooks, idly markÂing the fore edges with ball point designs?
At most, such purÂsuits helped pass a few minÂutes in study hall.
How long would it take to undo all this handÂiÂwork?
ClearÂly much, much longer than it took to creÂate. In the above episode of the JapanÂese docÂuÂmenÂtary series, The FasÂciÂnatÂing RepairÂmen, Tokyo-based book conÂserÂvaÂtor Nobuo Okano brings over 30 years of expeÂriÂence to bear on a tatÂtered, midÂdle school EngÂlish-to-JapanÂese dicÂtioÂnary. This is not the sort of job that can be rushed.
Its origÂiÂnal ownÂer must be driÂven by senÂtiÂment in hirÂing a masÂter craftsÂman to restore the book as a present for his colÂlege-bound daughÂter. SureÂly it would be just as easy, posÂsiÂbly even more conÂveÂnient, for the young woman in quesÂtion to look up vocabÂuÂlary online. If keepÂing things old school is the goal, I guarÂanÂtee a recentÂly pubÂlished paperÂback would prove far cheapÂer than conÂserÂvaÂtor Okano’s laboÂriÂous fix.
He spends four hours just turnÂing and pressÂing its batÂtered pages—all 1000 of them—with tweezÂers and a tiny pink iron.
He also scrapes the spine free of crumÂbling glue, resets tatÂtered maps, preÂserves the old cover’s title as a decÂoÂraÂtive eleÂment for the new one, and disÂpatchÂes the iniÂtials of a teenage crush with one chop of his blade. (So much for senÂtiÂment…)
One need not speak JapanÂese to admire the painstakÂing craftsÂmanÂship that will keep this beat-up old book out of the landÂfill.
In the 1930s, the sysÂtems theÂoÂrist, designÂer and invenÂtor BuckÂminÂster Fuller creÂatÂed the DymaxÂion car — an aeroÂdyÂnamÂic conÂcept car that manÂaged to get 30 miles per galÂlon while topÂping out at 90 miles per hour, and transÂportÂing 11 pasÂsenÂgers. Like Fuller’s DymaxÂion house, the three-wheel DymaxÂion car could be disÂasÂsemÂbled and re-assemÂbled with ease. You can see vinÂtage videos of both here.
The conÂcept car didÂn’t get much beyond the conÂcept stage. Only three origÂiÂnal verÂsions were built, one of which rolled over at the 1933 World’s Fair, leavÂing the driÂver dead, three pasÂsenÂgers injured, and investors relucÂtant to bring the car to marÂket. In 2010, the British archiÂtect Sir NorÂman FosÂter built a repliÂca of the DymaxÂion. You can see Dan Neil, of The Wall Street JourÂnal, take the car on a harÂrowÂing test driÂve above. And if you’re intrigued enough to learn more, you can hunt down the 2012 docÂuÂmenÂtary called The Last DymaxÂion (watch a trailÂer of the film here).
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For more inforÂmaÂtion, or to get in line for a mushÂroom suit of your own, see the InfinÂiÂty BurÂial Project.
ConÂtinÂuÂing with the mushÂroom / fashÂion theme, Björk next turns to designÂer Suzanne Lee, who demonÂstrates how she grows susÂtainÂable texÂtiles from komÂbucha mushÂrooms. The resultÂing mateÂrÂiÂal may varÂiÂousÂly resemÂble paper or flexÂiÂble vegÂetable leather. It is extremeÂly recepÂtive to natÂurÂal dyes, but not water repelÂlent, so bring a non-komÂbucha-based change of clothes in case you get caught in the rain.
For more inforÂmaÂtion on Lee’s homeÂgrown, super green fabÂric, visÂit BioÂCouÂture.
Björk’s clearÂly got a soft spot for things that grow: mushÂrooms, mushÂroom-based fabÂric, and now…building mateÂriÂals? ProÂfesÂsor of ExperÂiÂmenÂtal ArchiÂtecÂture Rachel ArmÂstrong’s plan for self-regenÂerÂatÂing buildÂings involves proÂtoÂcols, or “litÂtle fatÂty bags” that behave like livÂing things despite an absence of DNA. I’m still not sure how it works, but as long as the litÂtle fatÂty bags are not added to my own ever-growÂing ediÂfice, I’m down.
For more inforÂmaÂtion on what Dr. ArmÂstrong refers to as botÂtom up conÂstrucÂtion (includÂing a scheme to keep Venice from sinkÂing) see Black Sky ThinkÂing.
Björk’s next choice takes a turn for the seriÂous… with games. Game DesignÂer BrenÂda Romero began explorÂing the heavy duty emoÂtionÂal posÂsiÂbilÂiÂties of the mediÂum when her 9‑year-old daughÂter returned from school with a less than nuanced underÂstandÂing of the MidÂdle PasÂsage. The sucÂcess of that experÂiÂment inspired her to creÂate games that spur playÂers to engage on a deepÂer levÂel with thorny hisÂtorÂiÂcal subÂjects. (The Trail of Tears required 50,000 indiÂvidÂual redÂdish-brown pieces).
RememÂber those 50,000 indiÂvidÂual pieces? As phoÂtogÂraÂphÂer Aaron Huey docÂuÂmentÂed life on Pine Ridge ReserÂvaÂtion, he was humÂbled by hearÂing himÂself referred to as “wasichu,” a LakoÂta word that can be transÂlatÂed as “non-IndiÂan.” Huey decidÂed not to shy away from its more pointÂed transÂlaÂtion: “the one who takes the best meat for himÂself.” His TED Talk is an impasÂsioned hisÂtoÂry lesÂson that begins in 1824 with the creÂation of the Bureau of IndiÂan Affairs and ends in an activist chalÂlenge.
Proof that Björk is not entireÂly about the quirk.
Björk opts to close things on a musiÂcal note with excerpts from comÂposÂer Eric Whitacre’s “Lux Aurumque” and “Sleep” perÂformed by a crowdÂsourced virÂtuÂal choir. Its members—they swell to 1999 for “Sleep”—record their parts alone at home, then upload them to be mixed into someÂthing sonÂiÂcalÂly and spirÂiÂtuÂalÂly greater than the sum of its parts.
The entiÂty to whom Dutch group, LifeÂhunters, attribÂutÂes the museÂum qualÂiÂty artÂwork in the video prank above doesn’t exist. The “famous” Swedish artist’s hanÂdle –IKE Andrews –is but a puckÂish refÂerÂence to IKEA, the purÂveyÂor of the 10€ print (oh snap, it’s not even an origÂiÂnal!) varÂiÂous unnamed “art experts” are asked to evalÂuÂate, havÂing been led to believe it’s someÂthing rare and wonÂderÂful. IKE Andrews’ felÂlow ficÂtionÂal entiÂty, Borat, would be gratÂiÂfied by how readÂiÂly these experts accept preÂsenÂter Boris Lange’s sugÂgesÂtions as to the valÂue of this work.
Only if you think IKEA achieved globÂal domÂiÂnance by choosÂing designs, patÂterns, and images in order for snotÂty hipÂsters to buy them ironÂiÂcalÂly…
As sevÂerÂal YouTube, TwitÂter, and blog comÂmenters have menÂtioned, the print itself is pretÂty cool.
It’s a media frenÂzy, but interÂestÂingÂly, the artist is not comÂing forÂward to herÂald his or her role in the hoax.
Make that artists. Turns out IKE Andrews is a pair of Swiss street artists, ChrisÂtÂian RebecÂchi and Pablo TogÂni, who colÂlabÂoÂrate as NEVERCREW.
They have a fasÂciÂnaÂtion with cross secÂtions. As their webÂsite someÂwhat murkÂiÂly explains [all sic]:
These modÂels, as such, from time to time actuÂalÂly conÂtain more or less extenÂsive realÂiÂties, repÂreÂsentÂed as autonomous sysÂtems of which the realÂiÂty of the viewÂer becomes a part. This then the rapÂport becomes the very subÂject, mainÂly highÂlightÂed as the relaÂtionÂship between man and nature (between human being and its nature), but autoÂmatÂiÂcalÂly extendÂed to a vision of total and inevitable relaÂtionÂship between everyÂthing, between every part, where it is only the point of view, the posiÂtion withÂin a sysÂtem, to define a selecÂtion.
We call the theme “livÂing strucÂtures” and we like to see them as modÂels of livÂing sysÂtems. We would like our art to genÂerÂate interÂest and curiosÂiÂty, and the viewÂer to become a part of the mechÂaÂnism with his or her thoughts, perÂspecÂtive and emoÂtions.
Philosophy’s all well and good, but what’s it actuÂalÂly look like, this “MesÂsage in a BotÂtle”?
Well, it seems to me to be a botÂtle, implauÂsiÂbly halved lengthÂwise to reveal a bunch of steamÂpunk stuff balÂanced atop robot spiÂder legs, formÂing a cage around an ancient-lookÂing whale. Also, a cloud rainÂing yelÂlow liqÂuid, or posÂsiÂbly light. (HopeÂfulÂly the latÂter). Oh! And it appears to have been paintÂed on a brown paper bag.
I can think of plenÂty of peoÂple who’d not only like it, but find meanÂing in it, as the experts do. The only difÂferÂence is the experts do so on camÂera, a fact not all of them are willÂing to laugh at, when host Lange informs them they’ve been punked.
The artists aren’t the only ones playÂing it cool. The interÂnet may be explodÂing, but so far, neiÂther IKEA, nor the NetherÂlands’ ArnÂhem MuseÂum, where the prank was staged, have made menÂtion of this busiÂness.
Ayun HalÂlÂiÂday is an author, illusÂtraÂtor, and mothÂer of a teen filmÂmakÂer whose best known work was shot guerÂrilÂla style in a Red Hook, BrookÂlyn Ikea. FolÂlow her @AyunHalliday
In high school, the lanÂguage I most fell in love with hapÂpened to be a dead one: Latin. Sure, it’s spoÂken at the VatÂiÂcan, and when I first began to study the tongue of VirÂgil and CatÂulÂlus, friends joked that I could only use it if I moved to Rome. TemptÂing, but church Latin bareÂly resemÂbles the clasÂsiÂcal writÂten lanÂguage, a highÂly forÂmal gramÂmar full of symÂmeÂtries and puzÂzles. You don’t speak clasÂsiÂcal Latin; you solve it, labor over it, and gloat, to no one in parÂticÂuÂlar, when you’ve renÂdered it someÂwhat intelÂliÂgiÂble. GivÂen that the study of an ancient lanÂguage is rarely a conÂverÂsaÂtionÂal art, it can someÂtimes feel a litÂtle alienÂatÂing.
And so you might imagÂine how pleased I was to disÂcovÂer what looked like clasÂsiÂcal Latin in the real world: the text known to designÂers around the globe as “Lorem Ipsum,” also called “filler text” and (erroÂneousÂly) “Greek copy.”
The idea, PriceoÂnomÂics informs us, is to force peoÂple to look at the layÂout and font, not read the words. Also, “nobody would misÂtake it for their native lanÂguage,” thereÂfore Lorem Ipsum is “less likeÂly than othÂer filler text to be misÂtakÂen for final copy and pubÂlished by acciÂdent.” If you’ve done any web design, you’ve probÂaÂbly seen it, lookÂing someÂthing like this:
Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, conÂsecteÂtur adipÂiscÂing elit, sed do eiusÂmod temÂpor inciÂdidunt ut labore et dolore magna aliÂqua. Ut enim ad minÂim veniÂam, quis nosÂtrud exerciÂtaÂtion ullamÂco laboris nisi ut aliquip ex ea comÂmoÂdo conÂseÂquat. Duis aute irure dolor in repÂreÂhenÂderÂit in volupÂtate velit esse cilÂlum dolore eu fugiat nulÂla pariatur. ExcepÂteur sint occaeÂcat cupÂiÂdatat non proident, sunt in culÂpa qui offiÂcia deserunt molÂlit anim id est laboÂrum.
When I first encounÂtered this text, I did what any Latin geek will—set about tryÂing to transÂlate it. But it wasn’t long before I realÂized that Lorem Ipsum is mostÂly gibÂberÂish, a garÂbling of Latin that makes no real sense. The first word, “Lorem,” isn’t even a word; instead it’s a piece of the word “dolorem,” meanÂing pain, sufÂferÂing, or sorÂrow. So where did this mash-up of Latin-like synÂtax come from, and how did it get so scramÂbled? First, the source of Lorem Ipsum—tracked down by HamÂpÂden-SydÂney DirecÂtor of PubÂliÂcaÂtions Richard McClintock—is Roman lawyer, statesÂman, and philosoÂpher Cicero, from an essay called “On the Extremes of Good and Evil,” or De Finibus BonoÂrum et MalÂoÂrum.
Why Cicero? Put most simÂply, writes PriceoÂnomÂics, “for a long time, Cicero was everyÂwhere.” His fame as the most skilled of Roman rhetoriÂcians meant that his writÂing became the benchÂmark for prose in Latin, the stanÂdard EuroÂpean lanÂguage of the midÂdle ages. The pasÂsage that genÂerÂatÂed Lorem Ipsum transÂlates in part to a senÂtiÂment LatinÂists will well underÂstand:
Nor is there anyÂone who loves or purÂsues or desires to obtain pain of itself, because it is pain, but occaÂsionÂalÂly cirÂcumÂstances occur in which toil and pain can proÂcure him some great pleaÂsure.
Dolorem Ipsum, “pain in and of itself,” sums up the torÂtuÂous feelÂing of tryÂing to renÂder some of Cicero’s comÂplex, verÂbose senÂtences into EngÂlish. Doing so with tolÂerÂaÂble proÂfiÂcienÂcy is, for some of us, “great pleaÂsure” indeed.
But how did Cicero, that masÂter stylÂist, come to be so badÂly manÂhanÂdled as to be nearÂly unrecÂogÂnizÂable? Lorem Ipsum has a hisÂtoÂry that long preÂdates online conÂtent manÂageÂment. It has been used as filler text since the sixÂteenth cenÂtuÂry when—as McClinÂtock theorized—“some typeÂsetÂter had to make a type specÂiÂmen book, to demo difÂferÂent fonts” and decidÂed that “the text should be insenÂsiÂble, so as not to disÂtract from the page’s graphÂiÂcal feaÂtures.” It appears that this enterÂprisÂing craftsÂman snatched up a page of Cicero he had lying around and turned it into nonÂsense. The text, says McClinÂtock, “has surÂvived not only four cenÂturies of letÂter-by-letÂter resetÂting but even the leap into elecÂtronÂic typeÂsetÂting, essenÂtialÂly unchanged.”
The stoÂry of Lorem Ipsum is a fasÂciÂnatÂing one—if you’re into that kind of thing—but its longeviÂty raisÂes a furÂther quesÂtion: should we still be using it at all, this manÂgling of a dead lanÂguage, in a mediÂum as vital and dynamÂic as web pubÂlishÂing, where “conÂtent” refers to hunÂdreds of design eleÂments besides font. Is Lorem Ipsum a quaint piece of nosÂtalÂgia that’s outÂlived its useÂfulÂness? In answer, you may wish to read Karen McGrane’s spirÂitÂed defense of the pracÂtice. Or, if you feel it’s time to let the garÂbled Latin go the way of manÂuÂal typeÂsetÂting machines, conÂsidÂer perÂhaps as an alterÂnaÂtive “NietÂzsche Ipsum,” which genÂerÂates ranÂdom paraÂgraphs of mostÂly verb-less, incoÂherÂent NietÂzsche-like text, in EngÂlish. Hey, at least it looks like a real lanÂguage.
Red seems to be a magÂnet for angry bulls and great direcÂtors. After all, it’s the colÂor that seems to stand out more than any othÂer. YasuÂjiro Ozu, for one, made the jump to colÂor movies very relucÂtantÂly late in his career and promptÂly became obsessed with the colÂor red. His proÂducÂtion team kept a box on set of small red houseÂhold things – a matchÂbox, an umbrelÂla, a teaketÂtle — which he used to place in the backÂground of just about every shot. Jean-Luc Godard famousÂly bathed Brigitte Bardot’s backÂside in red light for his first colÂor film ConÂtempt. When critÂics comÂplained that his feaÂture, PierÂrot le Fou, was too bloody, he quipped, “It’s not blood, it’s red.” And from HAL 9000’s unforÂgivÂing elecÂtronÂic eye in 2001 to the buckÂets of blood pourÂing out of the eleÂvaÂtor from hell in The ShinÂing, StanÂley Kubrick built some of his most memÂoÂrable scenes around the colÂor red.
EdiÂtor and designÂer Rishi KaneÂrÂia, who seems to be makÂing a career out of pointÂing out the colÂor choicÂes of auteurs, has just released a video called “Red & YelÂlow: A Wes AnderÂson SuperÂcut” that squareÂly places Wes AnderÂson among the ranks of cinema’s great crimÂson-lovÂing stylÂists – from Ben Stiller’s sweats in The RoyÂal TenenÂbaums to the luxÂuÂriÂous carÂpets of his latÂest effort The Grand Budapest Hotel. As you might gathÂer from the title of Kaneria’s short, AnderÂson is also a fan of the colÂor yelÂlow too. You can watch the video above. And you can watch Kaneria’s look into Kubrick’s use of red below.
Jonathan Crow is a Los AngeÂles-based writer and filmÂmakÂer whose work has appeared in Yahoo!, The HolÂlyÂwood Reporter, and othÂer pubÂliÂcaÂtions. You can folÂlow him at @jonccrow. And check out his blog VeepÂtoÂpus, feaÂturÂing lots of picÂtures of badÂgers and even more picÂtures of vice presÂiÂdents with octoÂpusÂes on their heads. The VeepÂtoÂpus store is here.
A good title sequence tells you everyÂthing you need to know about the world of a movie. As it unspools the credÂits for a givÂen film, it can also conÂvey the movie’s mood, its sense of place, its story’s theme and even a few of its plot points. Saul Bass inventÂed the modÂern title sequence with Otto Preminger’s The Man with the GoldÂen Arm(1955). ConÂsistÂing largeÂly of movÂing white recÂtanÂgles on a black backÂground set to a jazzy score, the piece feels like a Blue Note record covÂer come to life – perÂfect for a gritÂty tale about heroÂin addicÂtion. The openÂing was so strikÂing that HolÂlyÂwood took note and soon title sequences became the rage, espeÂcialÂly ones made by Bass.
Above you can watch a long comÂpiÂlaÂtion of Saul Bass titles, startÂing with Man with the GoldÂen Arm and endÂing with MarÂtin Scorsese’s CasiÂno (1995). Along the way, the monÂtage illusÂtrates the evoÂluÂtion of style over the course of those 40 years, showÂing how titles grew in ambiÂtion and sophisÂtiÂcaÂtion. You can see titles for some great films from the yawnÂing spiÂral in VerÂtiÂgo to the monoÂchrome crumÂbling busts in StanÂley Kubrick’s SparÂtaÂcus to the abstract shots of neon in CasiÂno.
But to realÂly get a sense of Bass’s talÂents, look to some of the less famous movies he worked on. For Carl Forman’s The VicÂtors (1963), a bleak, big-budÂget anti-war flick, Bass comÂpressed EuroÂpean hisÂtoÂry from the end of WWI to the devÂasÂtaÂtion of WWII into one masÂterÂful monÂtage. At one point, still phoÂtos of Hitler givÂing a speech flash across the screen, each shot pushed closÂer in on his mouth than the last, before the sequence culÂmiÂnates in a series of exploÂsions. It’s one of the most conÂcise and eloÂquent retellings of hisÂtoÂry in cinÂeÂma. And for the zany comÂeÂdy Not with My Wife, You Don’t!, Bass creÂatÂed an aniÂmatÂed green-eyed monÂster of jealÂousy playÂing a vioÂlin. Say what you will about conÂtemÂpoÂrary movies, but there are defÂiÂniteÂly not enough carÂtoon green-eyed monÂsters of jealÂousy these days.
Jonathan Crow is a Los AngeÂles-based writer and filmÂmakÂer whose work has appeared in Yahoo!, The HolÂlyÂwood Reporter, and othÂer pubÂliÂcaÂtions. You can folÂlow him at @jonccrow. And check out his blog VeepÂtoÂpus, feaÂturÂing lots of picÂtures of badÂgers and even more picÂtures of vice presÂiÂdents with octoÂpusÂes on their heads. The VeepÂtoÂpus store is here.
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