9 Ways To Say It’s Over
By Alexander Gutke via VVork

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This artist lives and works in New York. Even if his work seems very simple, he’s obsessed with it, and its easy to tell. As they legendary architect Mies van der Rohe would say: Less is More.
Here’s a bit of his incredible work in the streets of NYC:
via Desing You Trust
to check out his site, click here.
This kinetic sculpture by Haruki Nakamura defines love. That’s precisely why we’d like to share it with you… yeeaaaah!
(seen in BOOOOOOOM)
(via DG!)
We might not be fashionistas, but we sure as hell know how to recognize swish design in the fashion world.
These sculpture-like garments by Sandra Backlund are part of her Spring/Summer collection of ’09 titled Pool Position.
(we found it in t&t)
This is an “ad-buster” style project which recently sprung up in Belgium, and reminds us of the Printable Cold Sores. It asks web surfers from around the globe to take it upon themselves to combat the visual plague of publicity. It draws reference to the famous internet “pop ups”, and pretends to evidence the visual pollution in our cities, even when we don’t want it there.
So, if you are tired of this unnecessary advertising saturation, a result of consumerism, click here! While you are on their page, click on the download section, print out your own stickers, and head out to the streets to pop those mutherfuckers down. Afterwards send your pics to popdownproject@gmail.com, sit back, and relax knowing you just did the right thing.
(seen in Design You Trust)
She talked, and talked, and talked, and talked, and talked, and talked, and talked. All talk. I am a woman of my home. But that fat servant wouldn’t do anything but talk, talk and talk. No matter where I’d be, she’d come and start to talk. She talked about everything, anything, she didn’t care. Fire her for that? I would have had to pay her a 3-month leave. Also, she’d be very capable of casting an evil eye on me. Even in the bathroom: if it isn’t this, it’s that, or it’s beyond that. I shoved a towel in her mouth so that she would shut up. She didn’t die because of that, but instead she died because of talking: the words burst inside of her.
(thanks Torito!)
For all of you out there who at some point stopped to ask yourselves, “I wonder what must have happened budwiser’s wasssssuuuuuup crew?,” this is what we found out:
(thanks bro!)