Love these zip-close storage bags modeled after classic French jam jars. The design allows bags to stand when filled. Dishwasher and freezer safe, durable and leak proof.
Loving this series of handpainted found items by Dirty Bandit. Long live puns!
Woah! The Isolator: A helmet invented in 1925 that encourages focus and concentration. We all need this.
Sarah Di Domenico bought a tin trunk at a store closing sale and found inside hundreds of handwritten love letters addressed to the same man. All dated throughout the 1950s, written by many women. She read them all and identified one great love. This complete stranger of years past, Omar, soon became a new man in her life.
She transcribed the letters, uprooted lost photographs, and photographed pieces of ephemera from 1940s maps to passports to thing-a-ma-bobs. A Young Man’s Follies is a website that documents and shares each handwritten letter and all of these pieces (except 1 pair of ladies underwear).
Play relationship voyeur and fall in love with a time when love was made by pen and ink.
This is an astounding behind-the-scenes video about the technologies running the NYC subway system. While I knew that the system is *old* I didn’t realize the infrastructure has never really updated and still is run with 1930 equipment.
(via The Kid Should See This)
Ettore Sottsass’ Valentine Portable Typewriter design from 1969 makes my heart go pitter patter. What a beauty. Currently for sale over at Sotheby’s for an estimated $15,000-$20,000. An (expensive) beauty.
We have come a long way. This is what a Go-Pro looked like in 1960s. Made me chuckle.
After discovering Happy In NYC a few days ago I kept telling my studiomate Kevin he should dance through Studiomates, our co-working space. Today is Kevin’s birthday and Bas (of Like Knows Like) made it happen. You should see the smile on my face. I was holding the stereo as we walked through our spaces, and I am making a quick cameo at the end.
Happy birthday Kevin! You’re the best!
In this charming short film, Stan Dibben, a winner of the World Sidecar Championship in 1953, recounts the thrills and perils of his profession.
I saw this image and thought: That woman is me. That big giant ball of hay, my inbox.
Shuts down computer and goes to bed. Good night.