Vietnamese photographer Thai Phien has a visual sense for fine ass too. I like his “Xuan Thi” collection as well as the way he named his pieces such as “Vet Lan Tram,” “Cat Bui” (a Trinh Cong Son’s fan indeed), “Trang Non,” “Noi Long” and “Ngoc Cua Da.”
Paula Scher’s Diagram of a Blog
The Blame Game keeps a list of who’s responsible for the Virginia Tech massacre according to the media.
Fast food comparison. What you see is not what you get.
A simple web application that allows users editing photos online.
In “Sex Blogs Blossom” a blogger said, “My blog has been in place for several months but there have been no visitors. So, following friends’ advice, I posted sexual images to attract more visitors. The number of visitors has been increasing by leaps and bounds.” Damn, why didn’t I think of that?
Here’s a sexy beast: Cindy Thai Tai.
Dave Chappelle must be on something.
Will I miss you
uncanny other
in the next life?
And you & I, my other, leave
the body, not leave the earth?
And you, a child in a field,
and I, a child on a train, go by, go by,
And what we had
give way like coffee grains
brushed across paper…
—Jean Valentine (From The New Yorker)
From New York Times‘ “Logo a Go-Go“:
Saks’s chopped-up logo is the latest and most visible example of what graphic designers call a dynamic visual identity. That’s design-speak for a logo that looks different each time you see it — like MTV’s graffiti-esque initials or the customized symbols with which Google celebrates Thanksgiving and Valentine’s Day — as opposed to the old-fashioned corporate ones, which always look the same. The traditionalists believe that the more times you see the same logo, the likelier you are to remember it, while the iconoclasts argue that you become inured to the same image over and over and are more apt to notice ones that change or, as Bierut puts it, are “consistently inconsistent.”
If you’re a commuter you should read Nick Paumgarten’s “There and Back Again.” Not because the article talks about “the soul of the commuter,” but because it is so damn long that you’ll get to finish it by the time you step off the the train.