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newyorker:

Richard Renaldi’s early-morning photographs capture the way the city feels after staying out all night. Take a look: http://nyr.kr/1gY7Rsq

Above: Marcos, 2012.

This!

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studiopractices:

Steve Juras
Just to ease the stomach
Twizzler™ bites and twists, licorice wheels, Tic Tacs™, spray paint and polyurethane on panel
2013

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fastcodesign:

fastcompany:

This Generic Brand Video Is The Greatest Thing About The Absolute Worst In Advertising

Stock footage brand Dissolve puts its product to good use to call out lazy marketers peddling empty ideas. 

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"See how this guy in a lab coat holds up a beaker? That means we do research."

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To those of us for whom life is an incessant montage of badly-lighted scenes detailing mistakes made and opportunities squandered, this endless winter has been something of a comfort in that we are no longer alone: It’s dark out there for everyone now. Oh, you’re a little down because it is cold and gray all the time? WELCOME TO MY WORLD. Huh, you never really realized just how sad things can get at 5:15 of a Wednesday evening? MY LIFE IS AN ENDLESS SERIES OF WEDNESDAY EVENING, 5:15s. Perhaps “comfort” is not the appropriate word, though: What I am trying to convey is the small sense of belonging we melancholics finally feel now that everyone around us has grasped just how empty, meaningless and sorrowful it all is, and how even the sharpest sparkle on things that seem streaked with salvation is only the errant reflection from a sliver of sun that was meant to shine for someone else. Sadly, though, just as we are getting comfortable with the idea that we are part of the larger group, along comes the clock to save the rest of you: this Sunday everything goes an hour ahead. When you are living in your bright new world, one that is suffused with light and joy, please every now and then give a thought to those of us left behind, those of us for whom the darkness never ends. You know who we are now. You were once like us. Spring forward.
Alex Balk: We Won’t Be Together Much Longer (via kateoplis)

I feel you, but I’m still happy to have the extra hour of light…

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