A Curious Mind

Casa Bruma by Fernanda Canales
When the clients approached architect Fernanda Canales to design their weekend home near Mexico City, the complexity of the project soon became apparent. Without removing any trees, Fernanda Canales needed to find a solution to build the private retreat around existing vegetation. Made in a collaboration with architect Claudia Rodríguez, Casa Bruma features nine pavilions with an inner courtyard. Every structure seems to seamlessly fit into the landscape, but the volumes have a specific orientation and design that solves several issues. The architects designed the complex with a minimalist look while also taking into account the specific climate conditions of the area.

ibmblr: The world’s smallest computerA grain of salt—that’s the...

Thu, 10 May 2018 08:18:33 -0400

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The world’s smallest computer
A grain of salt—that’s the size equivalent of the world’s smallest computer, a less than 1mm x 1mm chip that will cost 10 cents to produce. Recently unveiled at Think 2018, the computer consists of a processor with several hundred thousand transistors, SRAM memory, a photo-voltaic cell for power, and a communications unit that uses an LED and a photo-detector. While there are countless potential applications, the computer is initially being developed to combat counterfeiting: its size makes it an ideal crypto-anchor—which, combined with blockchain technology, will create an immutable seal of authenticity—within supply chains.
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architorturedsouls: Wildcoast / FGR Architectsph: Peter...

Sat, 05 May 2018 11:09:20 -0400

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Wildcoast / FGR Architects
ph: Peter Bennetts

architorturedsouls: Chongqing LongFor • Hall of Waterfront City...

Sat, 28 Apr 2018 00:15:23 -0400

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Chongqing LongFor • Hall of Waterfront City / Shanghai Tianhua Architecture Planning & Engineering
ph: Shengliang Su, Yang Yuan

archatlas: Bookcases

Thu, 26 Apr 2018 14:09:29 -0400

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Bookcases

architorturedsouls: L’Angolo Estate / LEVER Architectureph:...

Sat, 14 Apr 2018 02:14:49 -0400

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L’Angolo Estate / LEVER Architecture
ph: Jeremy Bittermann

architorturedsouls: Wave House / Seppo Mäntyläph: Studio Hans...

Wed, 11 Apr 2018 15:33:25 -0400

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Wave House / Seppo Mäntylä
ph: Studio Hans Koistinen

Hello! I would like to ask, do you know of any architecture with good intergenerational spaces? We're required to design an elderly clubhouse and I'd like my clubhouse to also welcome the young (small children) as well.

Tue, 27 Mar 2018 09:26:38 -0400

Maybe one of these projects will provide you with clues on how to appeal to a multi-generational user group:

JIKKA Issei Suma

New Social Home of Caltron Mirko Franzoso

Community Center in Poggio Picenze Burnazzi Feltrin Architetti

Toranoko Nursery Takashige Yamashita Office

Grace Farms SANAA

Alcácer do Sal Aires Mateus Arquitectos

archatlas: Rooftop SpacesFor credits and more information...

Tue, 27 Mar 2018 09:25:27 -0400

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Rooftop Spaces
For credits and more information about each project follow the source link below.

archatlas: Stage of Project by Meta-Project

Wed, 14 Mar 2018 01:06:29 -0400

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Stage of Project by Meta-Project

architorturedsouls: Icefjord Centre / Dorte Mandrup Arkitekter

Wed, 14 Mar 2018 00:56:56 -0400

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Icefjord Centre / Dorte Mandrup Arkitekter

archatlas: Sarreyer Cabin by Rapin Saiz Architects

Tue, 27 Feb 2018 10:30:12 -0500

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Sarreyer Cabin by Rapin Saiz Architects

archatlas: Urbanentdecker Jorge Alva is a 22 years old...

Sun, 25 Feb 2018 18:17:21 -0500

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Urbanentdecker

Jorge Alva is a 22 years old urban/architecture photographer from El Salvador based between Warsaw and Berlin. Growing up in a small country like El Salvador helped him develop an appreciation for beauty in the little things, paying attention to detail and never being afraid of new challenges. The struggle of learning is part of what makes him passionate about what he does.

archatlas: The Bridgehouse Llama Urban Design Based in Peru,...

Sun, 25 Feb 2018 16:20:40 -0500

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The Bridgehouse Llama Urban Design

Based in Peru, Llama Urban Design celebrate a sustainable approach to contemporary architecture. For the creation of the ‘Bridgehouse’ residence, the studio has used locally sourced timber to connect two mounds of earth in a trapeze-shaped bridge structure, allowing the natural environment to exist untouched underneath. As the architects explain, the home “sits across the steepest part of the slope, drawing a 38-metre-long horizontal line that acts as a counterpoint to the landscape.” Llama Urban Design has implemented an open-plan layout with a core living and dining space, flooded with natural light through panoramic glass walls. The residence is entered from either side of the bridge, and a roof deck is accessed via metal staircases attached to the house’s exterior.

cosmic-diaspora: mastaroshe: the-asexual-reaper: wpsstories: writing-prompt-s: after dying god...

Wed, 14 Feb 2018 17:36:48 -0500

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the-asexual-reaper:

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after dying god informs you that hell is a myth, and “everyone sins, its ok”. instead the dead are sorted into six “houses of heaven” based on the sins they chose.

We arrived first at the House of Lust. “House” is a misleading term. It was more of a camp, spread over acres and acres of lush forest. There was a white sandy beach (nude, of course) full of copulating couples. There were little cabins sprinkled all along the path, from which orgasmic moans regularly came belting out. Men with six pack abs and women with perky breasts strolled by without even noticing me and God. They only had eyes for each other, tickling and pinching each other with flirtatious giggles.

“What do you think?” God asked as we passed a nineteen-way taking place in a pool of champagne. Little cherubs flitted overhead armed with mops and cleaning supplies, thankfully. “Lust is our most popular sin.” I eyed the supermodel-like figures of a couple passing nearby, and could easily see why. “You can look however you want. Hell, you can be whatever gender you want. No fetish is too taboo, and no desire can be denied here.”

It was quite tempting, but I wasn’t ready to make a permanent decision here. “Let’s see the others,” I told God.

We carried on to Greed. We passed rows and rows of mansions, each more opulent than the next. Some of them were so large that they would have had enough bed rooms to fit my entire hometown. And so many different styles: one second, we were in a beautiful French vineyard in front of a gorgeous chateau with the Alps in the background. The next second, a warm tropical beach with a modern mansion atop breathtaking cliffs. After that, a ski chalet in Colorado with a roaring fire in a hearth large enough to fit an ox. Each one had various Italian sports cars and Rolls Royces parked in front, with the occasional smattering of boats, helicopters, etc.

“Any material desire you ever wanted,” God explained. “Your own world, where you can have everything. You want the Hope Diamond? You can fly to Washington DC in your own solid gold helicopter and buy it from the Smithsonian. Hell, you can just buy the Smithsonian.”

Also tempting, but I decided to keep looking.

Gluttony was next up. Tables and tables of the very finest foods: beautiful steaks cooked medium rare; butter-poached lobster tail; fresh oysters on a half shell; exotic wines in dusty bottles that had been hiding in the cellars of the world’s finest restaurants. Everyone had a glass of champagne in hand and simply lounged on couches and chairs near the tables, eating endlessly. As soon as the inhabitants took a bite, the food just instantly came back. My mouth watered even watching them.

“In every other House, the food is practically sawdust compared to Gluttony,” God explained. “You haven’t truly experienced heaven until you’ve been to Gluttony.”

I shook my head, and we kept moving.

Sloth was as you’d expect. An endless sea of the softest mattresses, stacked with cushions and pillows that made the story of the princess and the pea seem minimalist. Little angels visited each resident, giving them massages that made them all melt into their blankets.

Wrath was… well, a lot like what I’d expect Hell to be like. Fire, brimstone, whips, torture.. you know, the works. Except here, you weren’t the one being tortured. Every enemy you’d ever made in your real life was now under your thumb. “Lots of people choose their fathers,” God explained. “Lots of grudges against parents in general, you know. But you’re not limited to that. Someone beat you out for a big promotion back on Earth? Take your pound of flesh here.”

Then we arrived at Envy. It looked… well, a lot like home.

“Go on in,” God said, gesturing toward the door. I turned the knob and walked in… and found Emily waiting inside. She ran forward, wrapped her arms around my neck, and planted a kiss right on my lips. “Welcome home, honey.”

I looked back toward God. “Oh, don’t be coy,” he said. “You have no secrets from me. We all know that you were in love with your best friend’s wife.” She didn’t seem to hear him at all; she went back into the hall. “We all know that you just settled for your own wife while secretly pining after her. Well, this is your chance to live happily ever after.”

I peered into the kitchen. Emily was baking something, wearing nothing but an apron. Her curly black hair fell softly over her shoulder as she whisked ingredients. She turned back, noticed I was observing her, and an enthusiastic smile spread across her face.

“It’s what you’ve always wanted, isn’t it?” God whispered in my ear.

I wanted to take it. God damn did I want to take it. But I shook my head.

God seemed puzzled. “You need to make a decision,” he told me.

“I haven’t seen Pride yet.”

He scoffed. “No one ever wants Pride, trust me.”

“Well, I want to see it.”

_________________________

Pride was boring. Just a row of workbenches in a bare white room.

“I don’t get it,” I told God.

“Yeah, no one does,” he answered. “That’s why no one ever chooses it. Doesn’t cavorting in Lust sound better than sitting here building little trinkets for the rest of eternity? Wouldn’t you rather gorge yourself in Gluttony? Or spend time with Emily in Envy?”

I considered the options again. “I pick Pride,” I finally told him.

He narrowed his eyes. “What? Look at it!” He gestured around the room again. There wasn’t much to look at. “Why would you choose this for the rest of time?”

“Because you don’t want me to pick it,” I told him. If he was really God, he’d know what a contrarian I can be. And I knew he was hiding something, trying to pretend like Pride didn’t exist. There was something special about it.

God scowled back. “Fine.” He led me over to one of the workbenches. In the center, there was a black space. A blank, empty void that went on forever. “Here’s your universe,” he said. “You’ve got seven days to get started.” He took his seat at the bench next to me and went back to tinkering in his own world. After a long pause, he finally spoke again: “You know, it might be nice for me to actually have some company for once.”

FUCKING I MEAN.

IT’S LIKE 7AM AND I LOVE GONNA REBLOG SO I CAN READ THIS SHIT AGAIN

Yoooooooooo!!!!!!! This was amazing 10/10

That was a damn good read. I’m gonna trip on this for a while