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<img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-793" title="Banksy Street Art 01" src="http://www.streetartutopia.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/3782631801_d413a10a89_o1.jpg" alt="" width="1024" height="872"/> “There are four basic human needs; food, sleep, sex and revenge.” â€”Â Banksy <img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-733" title="banksy follow your dreams cancelled" src="http://www.streetartutopia.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/4602805654_db8b6569fb_b.jpeg" alt="" width="1024" height="681"/> “Nothing in the world is more common than unsuccessful people with talent, leave the house before you find something worth staying in for. ” â€”Â Banksy <img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-783" title="Bethlehem_Wall_Graffiti_1 banksy" src="http://www.streetartutopia.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/Bethlehem_Wall_Graffiti_1.jpg" alt="" width="979" height="1024"/>
When photographer James Mollison was asked to do a project on children’s rights , he found himself thinking back to his childhood bedroom and the deep importance it played in his upbringing. Taking that idea with him around the world, he photographed a diverse cross section of children and the bedrooms they call home. His moving images remove the children from their home environment, showing them before a neutral background that mostly hides their economic status as if to say “kids are just kids.” Only when their bedroom is observed, however, does the full scope of their living situation become poiniently clear.
November 3rd, 2009 This past spring Daniel and I went on a road trip from San Francisco to the Grand Canyon. Along the way we stopped at Chateau Julien for a wine tasting.
Your computer has a paint job similar to a Ferrari. Your phone looks like an alien communication device. Your wallet is made of recycled rubber. You clearly aren’t a person content with coloring in the lines or thinking inside the box when it comes to design, so why should your speakers be so… conventional?
I really love flokati rugs. I have two that are safely tucked away in my parents basement awaiting our reunion. When I learned that I would be having a child and building a nursery for him, I wanted a flokati. A gray one.