My problem with cold, characterless contemporary architecture is that I always want to make out with it.
I don't know why, but this weekend's theme is me advocating ingesting peyote and then reading MOCO LOCO. I've never even tried peyote (and never will - I'm too old for that s**t), but I hear it's the shortest and most insane trip ever. Can you imagine befriending this art after your high kicked in? "vectorfunk graphic posters inspired by classic Rorschach tests." Are you f**king kidding me? This is basically a Harry S. Thompson article.
I know the designer thinks this chair "provides a space of warmth and happiness," but let's keep it real. Happiness is being able to stretch your legs out and not worry about spilling your coffee on your white upholstery.
I don't want to romanticize drug use, but this would be so cool on acid. Granted, I'm currently not on any mind-altering substances and this lamp series is pretty fantastic. But if I did drop some hallucinogens (I'm speaking for a friend) it would be oh so much cooler. P.S. The nylon webbing is blowing my mind.
I have no idea what the f**k this is (the artist statement is cryptic), but it looks like a weapon from the future. Into it!