My new favorite site: the "Vows" section of the New York Times.
Of course the NYT is only going to pick unions that are interesting, otherwise people wouldn't read them; with brides and bridegrooms who by themselves would make good profiles. I know not all marriages and the courtships leading up to them are as magical and destined-to-be as these sound. And I would like to see how the marriages actually turn out, after the wedding.
Still. Each story gets to me. I'm surprised how so many of the guys in the profiles are just as sweet and shy and silly about crushes and romance as the woman. And most have gone through failed relationships and disappointing one-sided crushes, and feel like they'll never find the real thing. But then gloriously, they do! And then I get teary and start daydreaming about wedding dresses and china patterns. I'm such a girl.
Sunday, January 21, 2007
hall of wood and metal
Within the labyrinth of Roppongi Hills this wood-and-metal hallway led from one of the lower shopping levels to the parking lot.
The planners at Mori Building are certainly good at creating textures in their developments. There's the cobbly sandstone that makes up the main structure of RH; the blue lights that, over the course of a minute, trickles down the side of Mori Tower like a huge timer; digitized Julian Opie pedestrians figurines striding across the facade of Omotesando Hills. And my favorite, that I just discovered yesterday: from one of the upper balconies inside Omotesando Hills, look down at the wide flight of stairs on the ground level and the steps appear to be moving in waves, a trick of the lights. It was mesmerizing.
The planners at Mori Building are certainly good at creating textures in their developments. There's the cobbly sandstone that makes up the main structure of RH; the blue lights that, over the course of a minute, trickles down the side of Mori Tower like a huge timer; digitized Julian Opie pedestrians figurines striding across the facade of Omotesando Hills. And my favorite, that I just discovered yesterday: from one of the upper balconies inside Omotesando Hills, look down at the wide flight of stairs on the ground level and the steps appear to be moving in waves, a trick of the lights. It was mesmerizing.
Friday, January 19, 2007
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