Thursday, June 30, 2011

between farmers & parties

my "heimat" has different faces
that's what I miss sometimes
parties like the one from S. and T. under the highwaybridge
the idyll from little villages where G. and S. and their family lives

Wednesday, June 29, 2011


some typical swiss flower things
Edelweiss, Enzian und Erika
Eternit planters
Schlüsselblume (the painter is called "Schneebeli" a family name with the combination from snow)

Sunday, June 26, 2011

foulards karo


Saturday, June 25, 2011

foulards flowers

how to arrange flowers on a carré?

Friday, June 24, 2011

foulards light mix

some patterns are just fantastic, very different from far then from close


some pictures I took in the Brockenhaus
it will stay my best place for inspiration

the cup was made by a little girl in school

the rest unknown

foulards green

kind of stilllifes on a carré
40ies, 50ies, 60ies
they are far my favorite

Thursday, June 23, 2011

temporary tree house

they are still working on the Escher Wyss Platz in Zurich
a kind of treehouse is standing there
it will be gone in some weeks
when the concret tower is dry

good that they're still working
'cause it's much more poetic like this
and Löwenbräu is also nearly gone
the galleries moved some time ago
to the new tower and to the outskirt of Zürich

foulards stripes

some from Christian Dior
very 70ies
but like the pink with the irregular pattern the most

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

foulards dots

the blue one is just perfect
little clouds

Sunday, June 19, 2011

foulards yellow

I'm collecting them for years
silk foulards
sometimes cotton or wool as well
never polyester
I refuse to buy polyester

the colours I have to like, the print
and they have to be less then 10 euro

Wednesday, June 15, 2011


How much I love them: the dymo lettermachine
I have already 5 different examples
today I got an old stock from small ribbons

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

boro-from the snow country

"Only a few decades ago, Tohoku "snow country"-and especially Aomori Prefecture-was synonymous to most Japanese with dire poverty. Situated dead-end on the northernmost tip of the main island of Honshu, Aomori was home to dirt poor farmers who, out of desperate necessity, created an astonishing textile aestethics out of boro-mere "rags"."

The textiles are indigo dyed and mostly of hemp, handstitched and stuffed, ever and ever again.
One person owned only one piece of clothing his entire life.
Layer on layer on layer.
To sleep, to work, to die.
The last images are diapers from an elderly woman who became bed-ridden.

All images from the book: Boro-rags and tatters from the far north of Japan


Monday, June 13, 2011

Blue blues

dinner with strangers yesterday
half of them where dressed in blue
I felt some kind of blue and M. as well
some interior on the opposite side of my apartment
some kind of not touched since 1891

the blues of Antwerp buildings

Sunday, June 12, 2011


Kyokai: a japanese technique for articulating space

"Between light and shadow, between transparant and opaque,
between interior and exterior, between artificial and natural,
between object and empty space, between trouth and falsehood-
if we can open these intermediary zones, give them spatial form, 
and make them into something we can experience,
our world will undoubtedly be the richer for it."
-Sou Fujimoto 

"When you draw a starting point and an ending point on a plan
and then connect the dots, a wall is created. This basic function of architecture
may indeed be the method in which this ellipses that occurs
in the building a structure
and as a result of clearly delineating space is employed."
-Junya Ishigami

Saturday, June 11, 2011

House: poetics in the ordinary

Recently I'm fascinated by Japanese architectur, gardens, aestethics.
Found some nice books.
First the one from Kazunari Sakamoto
projects from 1969 till 2001

"I have come to think that my desire is to free the space of architecture from several frames.
It's also that I have come to seek a space of freedom that has not yet been seen.
This type of space will release our bodies and spirits from various binds,
and make possible its own communication to the world
This space, however is not within a special place or a special time.
I have come to believe it is a place within the absolute commonness of the everyday,
within the continuation of ordinary time.

The interiors of his boxes are at the beginning full with Danish mid-century furniture.
Later more the wooden craftmanshio of his one country.
I like the simplicity, really this boxshaped constructions.

Can a box be free?