Unquestionably, there are outliers among us, but there is also a fairly identifiable path that many of the most resonant artists, writers, and even leaders have walked on their journey to greatness. While we often believe that mastery and success are singular events, they typically arrive in layers.
I hate to complain about the cafes in Sydney, but I’ve had the trend of preserve jars as drinking glasses, up to my eyeballs. This, I think, calls for one of Sydney photographer, and food blogger, Alana Dimou’s extreme milkshakes:
And the Oreos, my god the Oreos, they’re everywhere, and everyone’s got one, and everyone’s holding one of these extreme milkshakes, gnashing at food for the sake of social media, exchanging calories for notifications, it’s 8 o’clock in the morning and everybody’s drinking them to avoid the hour long lines from the brunching hour onwards to attain the Thing. The cult. The cult of Extreme Milkshakes. It’s here and we’re all trapped in a vortex of milk and Nutella and garnishes the moment we open Instagram.
A Room Listening to Itself is an intriguing sound installation created by Montreal based composer and sound artist Adam Basanta, made up of numerous microphones that are “listening to themselves”, by way of a series of reclaimed speaker cones.
The feedback generated by this loop, together with the sounds made by people viewing the installation, results in a somewhat ambient consonance.
The Palmitas district, of the Mexican city of Pachuca, has been transformed into something rather spectacular, thanks to the efforts of a number of organisations working together as the German Crew. Some two hundred homes are now part of what must surely be one of the largest murals in the world.
I often wonder how Seibert deals with the knowledge that his creations, some of which must take hours to bring forth, will either whither away in a short space of time, or must be “removed” by the end of the day, as is the requirement imposed by some beach authorities. Just as well he takes plenty of photos.