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by Isabella S. Minichmair – I´m always looking for colour, texture and spatiality to invastigate and convey information, emotion and enviroment.

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Zu Gast: AM WASSER – Lass los und lebe!

Intuitives Schreiben MARTINA KAIHSL: Schon als Kind verbrachte ich meine freie Zeit draußen in der Natur. Am liebsten am Bach und im Wald. Wenn ich so meine Streifzüge unternahm, fühlte ich mich nie alleine...read more

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Should We? Could We?

great street and urban photography!

Why we need to bring back the Draft

Great post! Completely agree!

Fougeron Architecture

Architectural drafting, that is.

In recent headlines, there has been mention of adding women to the Draft. It reminded me of a blog post I’ve long been planning to write. Why I want to bring back the draft—that is, the architectural kind.

There is something riveting about Revit, the way in which the structure comes alive. We can view and manipulate it at any angle. And how SketchUp gives us a sense of space. But now a days, I frequently encounter younger architects who can’t even remember the last time they drew something by hand (other than a doodle!).

Buildings, at the end of the day, are still built by our hands and once they are finished, they will be filled with people. Without a relationship between your hands, eyes and your idea, you remove an element of humanity. You forget the shoes that scruff, fingers that leave smudge marks…

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The Complicated Past and Present of a California Utopia

Thank you, very interesting and insightful!

Cody Delistraty

The Esalen Institute in Big Sur, California, was once a bastion of hippie counterculture. Today, it’s more boutique retreat for the glamorous set. I spent a long weekend finding out if the ghosts of its past—and its countercultural heart—remain. 

You pass over a narrow bridge in your tiny rental car as the road begins to curve, and after two hours of driving south from San Francisco, the hills open up, revealing to you the expanse of the Pacific Ocean. Sandy dunes soar up along the shoreline highway. The sunlight refracts off the water. A briny breeze comes through your rolled-down windows. The scene is that of a thousand seaside montages blurring together—a canvas of grass greens, sand tans, and aqua blues. You grab the wheel tighter as a Ferrari jumps in front of you, disappearing around a series of hairpin turns and dusty roads.

For another hour you follow the…

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Postcolonial Thoughts: Romare Bearden & Kitsch

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