Have you ever thought about using public street fixtures as printing elements? The creative artist collective behind Berlin-based Raubdruckerin creates shirts and bags imprinted with manhole covers, vents, and utility grates. The pirate printer disregarded geometric patterns and typographic forms of urban signage make astonishingly attractive graphics for shirts. He has collective applies ink directly to the streets and then prints on-site in famous locations like Lisbon, Amsterdam, and Paris and then sell their creations through an online shop. It would be incredible to see somewhat like this come out of Japan. If you’re a printing lover, then this idea must keep you motivate to try it. From several decades, printings on shirts are doing with multiple screens.
Tuesday, 12 July 2016
Each year when summer comes along, we all look forward to different things. Some of us head to the beach, others to the mountains for camping. Some look forward to the epicurean delights like watermelon and ice cones. But for a select group of photographers in Japan, summer signals the arrival of fireflies. Tiny Fireflies have spread across the woods like paper lanterns, amazing and showcase breathtaking beauty of our nature. The specific time is very short periods typically occurs from May and June, from around 7 to 9pm. These photographers set off to secret locations all around Japan; eager to capture to magical beauty which will fade if sunlight penetrates. But make sure, one thing that makes these photographs so enchanted is that they capture views that the naked eye is simply unable of seeing. The photographs are usually composites, meaning that they syndicate anywhere from 10 to 200 of the exact same frame.
That’s why it looks like swarms of countless fireflies have occupied the forest, when in actuality it’s much less. But that’s not to discount these photographs, which need insider information, equipment, ability and patience. Moreover, fireflies live for only about 10 days and they’re exceptionally sensitive. They respond negatively to any form of light and pollution, making finding them half the battle. The tiny winged beetles portraying images of this mystical glow is an accomplishment for most nature photographers. This small special moment of beauty is shared with the world through photos. Even though the real life views may be somewhat less dramatic, locals and tourists flock to magical events each year that celebrate the critters in all their glory. Therefore, here you have a chance to see some a selection of our favorites from the 2016 summer season.
Luxury, ethics and quality play an equal part in the fashion industry. The designer Lanvy Nguyen believes in ever changing trend in fashion industry, creating stylish and opulent consumer goods with socially responsible and transparent practice. She is the founder of her company called Fashion4Freedom, which is Vietnam’s first supply chain to marry those values. Therefore, her company “Fashion4Freedom’s” high-end brand called “Saigon Socialite” includes jewelry, business dress for men and fashionable clothing for women, but maybe the most exceptional is its footwear line, comprising of wedged shoes that are as much exhibit-worthy as they are wearable. However, each pair has a beautiful leather top and a wooden base, with a stunning 3-inch front platform and incredible 6-inch heel that’s carved with techniques based on Vietnam’s ancient Imperial and Pagoda wood art.
Further, this beautiful handiwork is envisioned to preserve the traditional crafts that are gradually fading in the wake of the globalized contemporary economy, paying homage to the country’s cultural heritage with a cautious modern spin. The shoes production time is 18 to 22 days, involving multiple artisans who specialize in wood-crafting, leather-crafting, cobbling, and lacquering. Moreover, during the course of the manufacturing process, nothing is unused and shoe samples are donated to orphanages, and the leftovers of materials are given to local schools. Hence, Fashion4Freedom also imparts the methods and supply chain model to women in local villages, given that skill to help get them out of poverty. Though, the intricate shoes and other fashionable items are striking to behold, but even more so with the knowledge of the ethos they represent. If you like the efforts of designer, then you have a chance to purchase your own pair on Etsy.
Monday, 11 July 2016
In England somewhere between Barden Tower and Bolton Abbey in Yorkshire, lies one of nature's most mysterious booby traps. Although it’s a small innocuous-looking mountain stream, around 6 feet across, famous as “Bolton Strid”, or simply the “Strid”. Nonetheless underneath the water's surface is a deep chasm with commanding undercurrents that pulls anyone that falls into it to sure death. Therefore, it is strongly believed that not a solitary person who has fallen into the “Strid” has ever come out of it alive. Not even their bodies as well. To be sure, it is well believed that the name “Strid comes from the word “stride”. The human nature assume, they can jump the creek, walk across in the stone, or even wade through it, so most of time, the attempt gets in vain and they lost in Strid. The extravagant attempt means; there are just dozens of corpses down there, pinned to the walls of the underground chasms, waiting for you to join them. It looks all stupid and harmless, but the second your foot touches the surface, you get some bullshit drowning animation and die instantly.
The people are unable to understand how a small mountain brook can have such a treacherous reputation, take a walk upstream. In less than 100 yards, this “small” stream will have stretched to a considerable river 30 feet across. Thus, it is River Wharfe which runs through Yorkshire, but when it comes to the zone of Bolton Abbey the river is forced through a thin gap causing the water to gain incredible speed and depth. As a result, the thin gap on the Strid is only an illusion as both banks are extremely undercut. Furthermore, unseen underneath is a network of caverns and tunnels that hold all of the rest of the river's water. Hence, no one exactly knows how deep the Strid goes. Also, on the surface the Strid appears so uncertain and the banks so close to each other that various foolhardy peoples in the past have assumed they could jump across it, or walk across its stones because it only seems knee-deep. However if there happens to be a bout of particularly dry weather, the waterline does start to drop, and you can just see the tops of the huge formations below. So, beautiful rivers can certainly be dangerous to humans – the Nile has lots of crocodiles, the Zambesi will push you over the Victoria Falls, and beware of swallowing water from the lower reaches of the Colorado. Whilst the Strid is also striking, and looks harmless, it’s likewise deadly. It kills because of its geomorphology the form of the channel, which is influenced by the nature of the rocks over which it tumbles.
Further, there are warnings signs on trees around the area to stay away people to try the leap. And so, still there are number of stories of persons slipping and getting sucked cruelly into the underwater caves and eroded tunnels. The William de Romilly, the son of Lady Alic de Romilly, was unluckily victim, who went to see Bolton Strid and try to leap across the Strid but perished. His mom was went in deep depression, so grieved by her precious loss that she donated the surrounding land to establish the Bolton Priory monastery. This sad legend was later immortalized by William Wordsworth in his poem “The Force of Prayer”. Which is as below?
This striding-place is called THE STRID,
A name which it took of yore:
A thousand years hath it borne that name,
And shall a thousand more.
And hither is young Romilly come,
And what may now forbid
That he, perhaps for the hundredth time,
Shall bound across THE STRID?
He sprang in glee,- or what cared he’
That the river was strong, and the rocks were steep? –
But the greyhound in the leash hung back,
And checked him in his leap.
The Boy is in the arms of Wharf,
And strangled by a merciless force;
For never more was young Romilly seen
Till he rose a lifeless corse.