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The next assignment for my graphic design class is to design four icons. i.e. the symbols we all know of mens and womens restrooms and the no-smoking symbol. Yesterday in class, we looked at the icons used for the Olympic Games.

Mexico City, 1968: On top of the awesome type, the two dimensional icons are so simple and clear.  

Munich, 1972:  Ah-mazing.  Torsos and limbs are all oriented in 45 degree increments.  Love it.  Look at the soccer player!  Amazing how it captures the movement even with the strict geometric rules they set up.

London, 2012:  Really?  Where do I even start?  I think the most offensive part about these is that they've completely abandoned the two dimensions by adding perspective (i.e. the mountain biker half-way down on the left).  The colors, the non-sensical construction lines shooting out at random points.  None of these things make them any more clear and definitely not more beautiful.  

Someone sent me this quiz a few weeks ago.  Based on what it deemed my personality to be (emotional, assertive, progressive, and disciplined, as noted on the pad of paper below), I am Architype Van Doesburg, designed by the Dutch architect himself. "Strength of form and firmness of purpose"  Mmmmm.  I'm pleased with it.

I'd be even more pleased if I could get my hands on this and have a custom typeface based on my face.  Fun, right?!  

It probably sounds a lot more fun than it actually is.  I'd still like to see it though. 

I got these amazing vintage candlesticks as a birthday gift from my friend. I love love love them and the foot-long skinny yellow candles they came with.

So naturally I went online window shopping for some furniture to match them, and found these gems at Reside.

All these things should probably live together in one room some day...in my home.

I found the perfect place to house the furniture I am lusting over. The "narrowest house" in New York City is on the market. All 950 square feet of it is squeezed into the 9.5 feet between number 75 and number 77 Bedford Street in the West Village. In the 19th century it was a carriage entranceway to stables in the rear. The city must've been short on buildable land around then. The three floors plus basement have an inside dimension of 8ft. 7in. I love the windows and think my imaginary furniture would fit perrrrrfectly. Now I'll just need $2.75 million dollars.

...to turn back on architecture, but lately I've been obsessed with furniture. I want to collect it, make it, and roll around in it. I've been following the Scavenger posts on apartmenttherapy.com. They periodically collect craigslist postings of really good furniture finds. Now, I'm going straight onto craigslist and searching on my own and I pretend to be collecting mid-century modern designs for my totally rad apartment that I'm designing from scratch. It's amazing what people are selling...on craigslist no less and not with some antique dealer...and for really cheap!

I guess I don't really need to be making furniture since at the heart of my obsession is that all this stuff is out there, made already, by Moderns, and people don't want it anymore. I'll take these for my imaginary apartment for now:

I love this one so much it hurts, so I'll put two images: