I collect Japanese “mooks” (magazine-books) that feature home decor, design, architecture, craft, lifestyle, etc. They're my favorite possessions. We were burglarized last year, so they're pretty much my only possessions now. Just so you know, I plan to steal these from your house.
I scanned a few pages from Casa Brutus magazine (please pardon the sub-excellent scan job).
Top image: Optical Glass House, Hiroshi Nakamura
Second image: Coil, Akihisa Hirata
Fourth image: Na House, Sou Fujimoto
I'm sorry to say that I don't know who designed the house depicted in the third image (don't you love the desk/storage stairs?). Please let me know if you know who this architect is (does it say in the Japanese text?).
My parents kept some snack food in the house, but it never felt like enough. Since I always craved it, I ate all art projects with edible parts. In kindergarten, we made owls on burlap with pretzel heads, Cheerio eyes, peanut beaks, walnut shell bodies and pretzel stick feet. I gnawed everything off except for the walnut shells.
On the MRT to my next destination, I opened my new Chinese seal and tried it out. It wasn’t my name. I studied it for a minute, since I sometimes forget my name.
I got off at the next stop and hopped on the train heading back towards the 30-square-foot shop.
“Excuse me, but . . . this isn’t my name.”
“That’s your name,” the stamp guy said, puzzled.
“Sorry, but it isn’t.”