Hailing from Yokohama, Japan, Takanori Aiba creates “dimensional” works of art combining his knowledge and past
experience in maze illustration and architectural work. Aiba
incorporates the traditional technique and aesthetic approach that is
similarly found in the art of Bonsai grooming.
this video is genuinely incredible - the framing, the sunset, the single street light, the sound of traffic and cicadas in the background, the video of the sign capture imperfectly by (presumably) a phone camera. it’s a work of art and a perfect encapsulation of 21st century america
1) every time I see something like this, or photos of wild unrealistic landscapes that really exist, or spectacular architecture, whatever it is, I think again that when we write fantasy, we NERF REALITY. That is, here’s some dude with a special interest and a brain that somehow lacks basic self preservation mechanisms, and he’s out here looking like a super hero. Regular humans are capable of things we seem super human. Real landscapes are more fantastical than our fantasies. Reality is more fantastical than our fantasies.
2) how the fuck did he not kick out any windows that’s the most impressive part of the whole video.
So as someone who used to teach parkour back in the day, this dude isn’t just talented. His technique is amazing.
It’s not just about not kicking out windows. Controlling how you land is about shock absorption, about minimizing the strain on your joints. It also makes you quieter when you move. A good landing should be as silent as possible, because loud landings hurt. That’s the foundation of everything else you do in parkour. So by the time you’re climbing buildings, if you’re breaking windows it means you don’t have enough control to land safely and it’s time to go back to your ground basics.
Architecture is the environment inside which we spend our lives; it inhabits the landscapes we travel through. Like architecture, furniture is designed around the space of the body; the difference is one of scale.
Working at the intersection between the space of the body and that of architecture I seek to enliven our awareness of the spaces where we live and re-examine the objects we associate with.
Objects can tell us a story about those who made and used them. Adopting these stories, each piece gives that history a literal and proverbial home.
In this work, every intervention draws a measure of its design from the object itself; referencing vernacular architecture, model making, sheds, tree houses, bridges and other structures. Separating themselves from the world of functional buildings through change of scale and context the works reveal and celebrate the logic of stick-frame construction.
abandonedography for abandoned houses and places banshy for nature and landscapes cursedimages for weird ass pics (not actually cursed lol) darkhist for shadowy neon stuff darktenebris is just Good ghosthoax
And I want it to be like a sad ode to humanity how we basically fucked everything up and now like the only survivors are just a bunch of ragtag humans lost in deep space who’ve never even seen earth and the story is structured as a bunch of short stories to be told orally with some of the details skewed because the stories have been passed down through generations but they’re skewed in clever little ways that highlight certain strengths of humanity that we’ve managed to hold onto over the years
And I want it to be like a sad ode to humanity how we basically fucked everything up and now like the only survivors are just a bunch of ragtag humans lost in deep space who’ve never even seen earth and the story is structured as a bunch of short stories to be told orally with some of the details skewed because the stories have been passed down through generations but they’re skewed in clever little ways that highlight certain strengths of humanity that we’ve managed to hold onto over the years
And it makes the reader really feel their desperation to hold on to humanity’s history and they know they can’t hold onto it forever because with each passing year more and more is forgotten to time and the point of the story isn’t even to save humanity anymore, it’s to save the memory of humanity. It’s the fear of being forgotten. It’s the fear of leaving nothing behind saying “hey! We were here! Look at all the amazing things we did! Look at all the amazing things we learned!!” Like I want the reader’s heart to ache not for humanity, but for the memory of humanity