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roomonfiredesign:

"There was a time when I experienced architecture without thinking about it. Sometimes I can almost feel a particular door handle in my hand, a piece of metal shaped like the back of a spoon. I used to take hold of it when I went into my aunt’s garden. That door handle still seems to me like a special sign of entry into a world of different moods and smells. I remember the sound of the gravel under my feet, the soft gleam of the waxed oak staircase, I can hear the heavy front door closing behind me as I walk along the dark corridor and enter the kitchen, the only really brightly lit room in the house." - Peter Zumthor
roomonfiredesign:

"There was a time when I experienced architecture without thinking about it. Sometimes I can almost feel a particular door handle in my hand, a piece of metal shaped like the back of a spoon. I used to take hold of it when I went into my aunt’s garden. That door handle still seems to me like a special sign of entry into a world of different moods and smells. I remember the sound of the gravel under my feet, the soft gleam of the waxed oak staircase, I can hear the heavy front door closing behind me as I walk along the dark corridor and enter the kitchen, the only really brightly lit room in the house." - Peter Zumthor
roomonfiredesign:

"There was a time when I experienced architecture without thinking about it. Sometimes I can almost feel a particular door handle in my hand, a piece of metal shaped like the back of a spoon. I used to take hold of it when I went into my aunt’s garden. That door handle still seems to me like a special sign of entry into a world of different moods and smells. I remember the sound of the gravel under my feet, the soft gleam of the waxed oak staircase, I can hear the heavy front door closing behind me as I walk along the dark corridor and enter the kitchen, the only really brightly lit room in the house." - Peter Zumthor
roomonfiredesign:

"There was a time when I experienced architecture without thinking about it. Sometimes I can almost feel a particular door handle in my hand, a piece of metal shaped like the back of a spoon. I used to take hold of it when I went into my aunt’s garden. That door handle still seems to me like a special sign of entry into a world of different moods and smells. I remember the sound of the gravel under my feet, the soft gleam of the waxed oak staircase, I can hear the heavy front door closing behind me as I walk along the dark corridor and enter the kitchen, the only really brightly lit room in the house." - Peter Zumthor
roomonfiredesign:

"There was a time when I experienced architecture without thinking about it. Sometimes I can almost feel a particular door handle in my hand, a piece of metal shaped like the back of a spoon. I used to take hold of it when I went into my aunt’s garden. That door handle still seems to me like a special sign of entry into a world of different moods and smells. I remember the sound of the gravel under my feet, the soft gleam of the waxed oak staircase, I can hear the heavy front door closing behind me as I walk along the dark corridor and enter the kitchen, the only really brightly lit room in the house." - Peter Zumthor
roomonfiredesign:

"There was a time when I experienced architecture without thinking about it. Sometimes I can almost feel a particular door handle in my hand, a piece of metal shaped like the back of a spoon. I used to take hold of it when I went into my aunt’s garden. That door handle still seems to me like a special sign of entry into a world of different moods and smells. I remember the sound of the gravel under my feet, the soft gleam of the waxed oak staircase, I can hear the heavy front door closing behind me as I walk along the dark corridor and enter the kitchen, the only really brightly lit room in the house." - Peter Zumthor
roomonfiredesign:

"There was a time when I experienced architecture without thinking about it. Sometimes I can almost feel a particular door handle in my hand, a piece of metal shaped like the back of a spoon. I used to take hold of it when I went into my aunt’s garden. That door handle still seems to me like a special sign of entry into a world of different moods and smells. I remember the sound of the gravel under my feet, the soft gleam of the waxed oak staircase, I can hear the heavy front door closing behind me as I walk along the dark corridor and enter the kitchen, the only really brightly lit room in the house." - Peter Zumthor
roomonfiredesign:

"There was a time when I experienced architecture without thinking about it. Sometimes I can almost feel a particular door handle in my hand, a piece of metal shaped like the back of a spoon. I used to take hold of it when I went into my aunt’s garden. That door handle still seems to me like a special sign of entry into a world of different moods and smells. I remember the sound of the gravel under my feet, the soft gleam of the waxed oak staircase, I can hear the heavy front door closing behind me as I walk along the dark corridor and enter the kitchen, the only really brightly lit room in the house." - Peter Zumthor
roomonfiredesign:

"There was a time when I experienced architecture without thinking about it. Sometimes I can almost feel a particular door handle in my hand, a piece of metal shaped like the back of a spoon. I used to take hold of it when I went into my aunt’s garden. That door handle still seems to me like a special sign of entry into a world of different moods and smells. I remember the sound of the gravel under my feet, the soft gleam of the waxed oak staircase, I can hear the heavy front door closing behind me as I walk along the dark corridor and enter the kitchen, the only really brightly lit room in the house." - Peter Zumthor

roomonfiredesign:

"There was a time when I experienced architecture without thinking about it. Sometimes I can almost feel a particular door handle in my hand, a piece of metal shaped like the back of a spoon. I used to take hold of it when I went into my aunt’s garden. That door handle still seems to me like a special sign of entry into a world of different moods and smells. I remember the sound of the gravel under my feet, the soft gleam of the waxed oak staircase, I can hear the heavy front door closing behind me as I walk along the dark corridor and enter the kitchen, the only really brightly lit room in the house." - Peter Zumthor

(vía suddenstranger)

(Fuente: teberruk, vía mzteeeyed)

(Fuente: inspired-for-lifee, vía x1990x)


National Geographic, March 1978 

“Scenes from a microworld: The eye can’t see protons, electrons, and other subatomic particles, but a camera records their frothy wakes in a chamber of liquefied neon and hydrogen at the Fermi National Accelerator Laboratory in Batavia, Illinois. Technician Karen Carew points to a straight line, possibly the track of a pion dislodged from its spot in a neon atom’s nucleus by a neutrino traveling at the speed of light.”

National Geographic, March 1978 

“Scenes from a microworld: The eye can’t see protons, electrons, and other subatomic particles, but a camera records their frothy wakes in a chamber of liquefied neon and hydrogen at the Fermi National Accelerator Laboratory in Batavia, Illinois. Technician Karen Carew points to a straight line, possibly the track of a pion dislodged from its spot in a neon atom’s nucleus by a neutrino traveling at the speed of light.”

(Fuente: llleighsmith, vía x1990x)

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David Gulden: Rhinos, The Centre Cannot Hold 
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hervideros by (pol ubeda)

(vía thomortiz)

(Fuente: hochepot, vía thomortiz)

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Northbound
German Photographer Matthias Heiderich latest series captures Architecture, places, and scenes photographed in the cities of Copenhagen, Malmö, Oslo, and Tromsø. 
escapekit:

Northbound
German Photographer Matthias Heiderich latest series captures Architecture, places, and scenes photographed in the cities of Copenhagen, Malmö, Oslo, and Tromsø. 
escapekit:

Northbound
German Photographer Matthias Heiderich latest series captures Architecture, places, and scenes photographed in the cities of Copenhagen, Malmö, Oslo, and Tromsø. 
escapekit:

Northbound
German Photographer Matthias Heiderich latest series captures Architecture, places, and scenes photographed in the cities of Copenhagen, Malmö, Oslo, and Tromsø. 
escapekit:

Northbound
German Photographer Matthias Heiderich latest series captures Architecture, places, and scenes photographed in the cities of Copenhagen, Malmö, Oslo, and Tromsø. 
escapekit:

Northbound
German Photographer Matthias Heiderich latest series captures Architecture, places, and scenes photographed in the cities of Copenhagen, Malmö, Oslo, and Tromsø. 
escapekit:

Northbound
German Photographer Matthias Heiderich latest series captures Architecture, places, and scenes photographed in the cities of Copenhagen, Malmö, Oslo, and Tromsø. 

escapekit:

Northbound

German Photographer Matthias Heiderich latest series captures Architecture, places, and scenes photographed in the cities of Copenhagen, Malmö, Oslo, and Tromsø. 

(vía suddenstranger)


| ♕ |  Galleria Sciarra - Campo Marzio, Rome
Photo by © Bruno Brunelli | via ysvoice

| ♕ |  Galleria Sciarra - Campo Marzio, Rome

Photo by © Bruno Brunelli | via ysvoice

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(Fuente: ferni-r, vía matloboes)

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