Inspired by 3D modelling software glitches, Noa Raviv has designed garments that bring the digital into a physical space. Classic Greek and Roman sculptures are the starting point and then worked into hi-tech garments.
Gala and Dali (via The Surrealist Style of Salvador Dali. | A Continuous Lean.)
“’It was wrong of him to say, it’s inappropriate to say, but unfortunately I can see how he would have come to that assumption or conclusion,’ she told Daily Mail Australia from Kurtosh café in Darlinghurst, where she works part-time. ‘Working in Darlinghurst I have had to deal with racism. ‘If you walk into a café and it is predominantly run by people who are white, no one bats an eyelid, but people will notice if the barista is of a different race.’ She continued: ‘Everyone is so outraged at Steven for being racist but wasn’t he just voicing his understanding of the market? Perhaps we should be looking at how he has come to believe that the cafe scene has no room for black baristas.’”
I don’t need to tell you the Daily Mail is a stain, but this is the first piece I’ve seen that’s explored the possibility that Hu was responding (in a manner that is, as Fair Work Commission and the Race Discrimination Commissioner have noted, illegal) to what he perceived as the local residents’ prejudices towards people of colour. Which kinda makes it all the more depressing, really.
Yip. Like this Urbanspoon review a friend sent me. I have so many words, but none of them are very nice. Microfoam, tho.
The first stage of Insel’s intimacy completed, when he evidently intended to let you further “in on” his show, he insisted on your reading Kafka, just as on assisting at a foreign opera one is handed a book of the words.
Study this well he tacitly commended. It will give you an angle of approach. “In Kafka,” he explained, “I found a foreshadowing of my hounded existence, recognized the relentless drive of my peculiar misfortune.”
Der Prozess was the volume he borrowed to lend me, and I lay awake reading on and on and on, curious for the book to begin, when, with one eye still open, I came upon the end to fall asleep in the unsatisfied certainty of having become acquainted with an undeniable, yet perhaps the most useless, genius who ever lived.
Insel - Mina Loy