Apostrophy’s Billboard House discusses the interface between advertising and architecture, as well as portability and mutability of living spaces. However it is the use of patterned panels which is particularly evocative in building up shifting spaces of visual overlay.

In some ways, despite the positive outlook of the project, these become somewhat reminiscent of the patina comprising layers of mesh, laminates, grill and bar that the Unit witnessed at certain points within the main cell blocks of Alcatraz prison on our SF study trip.


Via: http://www.designboom.com/weblog/cat/9/view/18705/apostrophys-billboard-house.html

A feature last month in Wired magazine, details the intricate scaled models that were required for submission in patent applications, in times gone by. These tiny reductions combine refined craftsmanship with communication, transmitting the idea and mechanisms of the patent application through existing as a 3d diagram. Above is a paper bag making machine.

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Paolo Soleri’s megastructures, studies produced under the banner Arcology, proposed cities as unified structures, becoming extremely efficient in their ground footprint, developing vertically in a series of zones. This drawing was for a 1968 competition winning proposal for a supersonic airport city in New Jersey.

Via Kiel Bryant’s photostream: http://www.flickr.com/photos/kielbryant/103344516/in/photostream/

Artist (Slade graduate) Conrad Shawcross:

“Handcrafted from oak timber, pieced together like a giant Meccano™ set,The Nervous Systemis a serious feat of amateur engineering. Mesmerising in its simplistic complexity, Shawcross’s sculpture offers a certain mysticism through making: beyond experiencing this sculpture as an object (with all its creaking noise and grinding movement), it is also a working spinning machine.

His improbable system of cogs and pulleys constantly churn out a perfectly woven rope. Beyond being an installation in itself, The Nervous Systemis also an artwork that makes art: the colourful cord pours out of the machine like paint, piling on the floor like an ever-expanding abstract sculpture.”