In the past month I met a lot of great older men of different professions; uncles from my dad’s side, two architects and a doctor. They’re all roughly the same age, they’re masters of the language and they speak fondly about the things they love with a tone so soft it melts your heart. The uncles spoke about life on the farm, the doctor about Africa and the architect about a time when the pencil used to design a building. They all take time to speak and they take time to listen and they never fail to be charming and witty. They’re incredibly modest and humble and they all had the same message to convey when I think about it now. I heard it before a few years ago when I was at an architectual symposium from an old Japanese architect when he finished his presentation of his life’s work.
“I have something to say to the young crowd in the room if I may. I’ve noticed there’s quite a number of you here today and that gives me great joy. My message is simple and I hope you take it to heart: Never, never lose your soul.”
- Fumihiko Maki
Architect Marko Mušič, Kolašin
Photos of 25 monuments comissioned by Josip Broz Tito in the 60’s and 70’s that commemorate the sites of significent battles of WW2. Niš and Kolašin are my favourites :) Having read some of the comments on the CrackTwo website I’d just like to make something clear - Yugoslavia was not a Soviet country. It was an autonomous country named The Socialist Federal Republic of Yugoslavia and Tito and Stalin hated eachother.
INHALE/ dandelion parachutes, beach shacks, wild strawberries, sketches, smell of an old book, amber orange, bamboo tree shadows, buttons, tequila, drops on leaves, blanket forts, fresh pineapple slices, fireflies, barefoot on wet grass, coca tea, autumn vineyards, pebbles, tiny doors in old towns, bees eyes, cows in a meadow, sea salt, slate walls, a full stadium, maracuya juice, meteor shower, cherry tomatoes, boulders, roasted chestnut, fresh sheets, dinosaur skeletons, lemonade, freckles, caterpillars, turkish coffee, school of fish, babushka dolls, melting ice dams, rugs, prosciutto, wood shingles, whistling, greek yoghurt, rum, dawn, hedgehogs, lazy mornings, shell beaches, empty halls, magnolia petals, short films, soft towels, excitement hugs, key lime pie, Czech beer, Dance of The Sugar Plum Fairy, clotheslines, oxidized copper roofs, forest streams, fresh bread crust, Sahara, docks, sugar cubes, singing Bohemian Rhapsody in a car, hopscotch, clay, jumping off cliffs, birch bark, hayracks, tapas, meerkats, bossa nova, trams, colour pencil sets, a grand piano, beetles, field of wheat, city blackout, marbles /EXHALE
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