Sunday, August 30, 2015

Room by Book//The Mind's Eye

Heller Studio Bocca Sofa from All Modern
Self Portrait 2000 by Chuck Close Limited Edition Print from Art Brokerage
Moresque Table and Ceiling Lamp by Alessandro Zambelli and Saleb from Do Shop
Fan Table Black Birch from Tom Dixon
The Mind's Eye by Oliver Sacks (cover)

Well, I had this piece sitting around and tragically this morning I heard on the news Oliver Sacks past away. Oliver Sacks was one of my heroes-- he got me intrigued into neuroscience and writing. The Mind's Eye is a collection of experiences Dr. Sacks had with his patients and himself. The couch looks one dimensional to resemble a lip, but some of the patients in the book couldn't see three dimensions. Chuck Close, a famous modern artist, is known for his deconstruction of faces; he also has prosopagnosia (face blindness) just like Dr. Sacks. The table and light fixture were more for visual play as the light is very asymmetrical, while the table is symetrical. My greatest sympathies to the family of Dr. Sacks and I do hope I've honored his memory.

Monday, August 24, 2015

Bookish Places

I've done some traveling and I always try to find a connection to books sometimes. Maybe it's as little as a bookshop or small museum. These are some of my two favorite places I've found.

The Rosenbach Museum


The Rosenbach Museum is a house full of antiques and books-- in other words a place full of history. The organization was set up by two brothers in their will, they were both dealers of antiques and rare books. Their house was cultivated by them during their lifetime as they served the rich families of America. The museum has a beautiful library pungent with the smell of books. It houses the handwritten manuscript of Ulysses by James Joyce and letters from the Founding Fathers of the USA.

The antiques breathe of the stories of two men who found old ta;es the most intriguing. I try to comprehend the luxury they enjoyed with delicate leaves of books and wood from Orient. Seeing miles of books waiting to be conversed with breaks my heart, they are from the first century of printing to first editions to some of the great pieces of literature. The Rosenbach is the spirit of my inner historical object lover.

The New York Public Library Main Branch


This is the library branch of DREAMS. When I envision a classical library filled with study tables and lines and stacks of books of knowledge this is it. I lived in New York when I was younger and would sometimes drag my parents there just soak up the ambiance of the place, even if I couldn't understand any of the books. The intimidating building makes it have an old world feel of how the building speaks, an old grandfather passing down wisdom.

Even then looking through the building there are small references I would notice. Sometimes the statues are standing in reference in front of a room. These rooms sometimes house special collections likes maps. I would want anybody who stops by in New York to just take a walk through the halls to experience the majesty of how a library once was supposed to be.


What are some of your favorite bookish places?

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

July Round Up


Wow! Summer has gone by quickly hasn't it? It's been almost a month since anything has gone up on the blog (sorry, I got some stuff mixed up). This summer has been filled with stress and joy. I've moved, am going to start high school, and attended neuroscience camp (it's brain numbing-- sorry for the pun). It's also been cool since I've been able to use my blog to showcase some of my work with graphics and websites. I'm going to get regular access to a laptop soon, so the posts should be more regular. In terms of social media, I really do hope I start to involve myself more. However some exciting news about some people I admire, Jack from the (what used to be the Book Stop) is going to start blogging at Deliberate, Ruby changed her blog name to Rustled Pages, and Amber is crowdfunding to help pay for high school.

Blog Posts
Room by Book//All The Time in the World
Traveling Paris
Poetry//The Hours
A Few Months of Round Ups