Music, people who read, dwelling spaces....... the divine right to be entertained...."I am for an art that is political-erotical-mystical, that does something other than sit on its ass in a museum. I am for an art that grows up not knowing it is art at all, an art given the chance of having a starting point of zero. I am for an art that imitates the human, that is comic or violent, whatever is necessary. I am for an art that takes its form from the lines of life itself, that twist and extends and accumulates and spits and drips, and is heavy and coarse and blunt and sweet and stupid as life itself. I am for an artist who vanishes, turning up in a white cap painting signs or hallways."-Claes Oldenburg
people of intelligence and humor, not one but both.or just someone to pour through my Phaidon Design Classics Books with me..... no no scratch that, I need to meet the person who has memorized and can accurately perform John Travoltas first take-over of the dance floor on Saturday Night Fever. Yep, Q-U-A-L-I-T-Y.
I wish my name were a song and everytime you called my name, you'd have to sing it.
I'm in the process of documenting instances
I have read enough books to not care about your opinion on them.
people who see the world for what it is and still find a way to live day to day. James Turrell, Luis Barragon, Tadoa Ando, Zaha Hadid, Peteris Vasks (his work haunts me, If you are unaware of his work, I'll leave you with this-- Plainscapes)