Friday, May 15, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
White 7 Black Square Dinner Sets
Makeup / Track
"I think everyone cheats - Alice began as a protest - and do all such a fuss arguing that one does not even hear your voice ... Then do not seem to follow no rules, at least if there are rules there is no case " 
"I think everyone cheats - Alice began as a protest - and do all such a fuss arguing that one does not even hear your voice ... Then do not seem to follow no rules, at least if there are rules there is no case "
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Do You Get Sore Breast With Ovian Cyst
The house
Sometimes I really think if the sensitivity to be an architect.
is not a reflection granted. Just think of what you meet with a client who, in her ignorance, right, tries to convey the traits that his future home will have and the architect, artist idea of \u200b\u200bwhat is and what is done is in the process , able to sum up a line with what the investor wants.
A will that is much deeper than mere beauty dictated by fashion-call beauty a popular word used improperly by people who think they know think they can baptize items with this sneaky-adjective, a will that is much deeper and see appreciate a desire fulfilled.
What a buyer wants is to feel at home. He wants to love because he knows that is his and no one else has access to it. The beauty that he wants to go beyond the global aesthetic connotations. The house wants to be the object of desire that every day, at any time, you can convey what it is, and not more. Your home.
The house is the life of a man, a conception of a material that is renewed desire fulfilled at any time, but that can be best expressed in moments of silence, which comes into direct contact with what is around you. Being in a home means to feel safe and sweetness that only you can try them.
Is not it nice to have a living room designed and ordered the best, but he is loving the feeling of having a residence such as your deepest desire and he wanted to. It is in that moment when you realize that you live to be at home.
Like when you open the door to enter. "I'm home!"
Architect must make customers feel at home in their home. It 's a perceptive work of synthesis that only a great designer can do.
"The architect, artist, when he builds a house does not seek praise for formal values, aesthetic or style, or taste: a few years after these values \u200b\u200bare outdated. The highest praise to which he must hope for is that the inhabitants tell him: Architect, this house that she has done for us, we live (or have lived) flic: it is dear to us. It is a happy episode in our lives. But for this to happen then that the architect Badi more to the inhabitants that aesthetics, and will reach aesthetics is the only way to safe values, expressed by the right shape, an aesthetic forms indisputable, true: human. [...]
the architect, the artist, is curious to play the character of men and women: love them and love: the true architect should fall in love, for every house that makes or furnishes, of the inhabitants ( and housing). " 
Sometimes I really think if the sensitivity to be an architect.
is not a reflection granted. Just think of what you meet with a client who, in her ignorance, right, tries to convey the traits that his future home will have and the architect, artist idea of \u200b\u200bwhat is and what is done is in the process , able to sum up a line with what the investor wants.
A will that is much deeper than mere beauty dictated by fashion-call beauty a popular word used improperly by people who think they know think they can baptize items with this sneaky-adjective, a will that is much deeper and see appreciate a desire fulfilled.
What a buyer wants is to feel at home. He wants to love because he knows that is his and no one else has access to it. The beauty that he wants to go beyond the global aesthetic connotations. The house wants to be the object of desire that every day, at any time, you can convey what it is, and not more. Your home.
The house is the life of a man, a conception of a material that is renewed desire fulfilled at any time, but that can be best expressed in moments of silence, which comes into direct contact with what is around you. Being in a home means to feel safe and sweetness that only you can try them.
Is not it nice to have a living room designed and ordered the best, but he is loving the feeling of having a residence such as your deepest desire and he wanted to. It is in that moment when you realize that you live to be at home.
Like when you open the door to enter. "I'm home!"
Architect must make customers feel at home in their home. It 's a perceptive work of synthesis that only a great designer can do.
"The architect, artist, when he builds a house does not seek praise for formal values, aesthetic or style, or taste: a few years after these values \u200b\u200bare outdated. The highest praise to which he must hope for is that the inhabitants tell him: Architect, this house that she has done for us, we live (or have lived) flic: it is dear to us. It is a happy episode in our lives. But for this to happen then that the architect Badi more to the inhabitants that aesthetics, and will reach aesthetics is the only way to safe values, expressed by the right shape, an aesthetic forms indisputable, true: human. [...]
the architect, the artist, is curious to play the character of men and women: love them and love: the true architect should fall in love, for every house that makes or furnishes, of the inhabitants ( and housing). "
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Does Opalescence Gel Expire?
Architecture of Happiness - Alain de Botton
a field somewhere, just outside the city. For a few million years has stayed under a blanket of ice. Then a group of individuals with very pronounced lower jaw settled there, lit fires and, on a stone pedestal, sacrificed an animal of strange gods. The millennia have passed. E 'was invented the plow, and some have sown wheat and barley. The camp was owned by monks, then the king, then a merchant and a farmer who eventually received from the Government a generous sum to sell it to the colorful procession of nanuncoli, daisies and red clover.
This field has had an eventful life. A German bomber, who left the target, we flew over during the war. The children have stopped long car trips to throw up its margins. The night people was lying there wondering if the lights in the sky were stars or satellites. Ornithologists have stepped on the foot with sand-colored socks are looking for families the Black Redstart. During a bicycle tour of the British Isles two pairs Norwegian vvi have camped for a night and, in their tents, they sang Anne knutsdotter Mollom Bakkar and of Berg. The foxes have look around and mice have made journeys of exploration. The worms do not come out of their dens.
But for this field the time is up. The plot of dandelion taken will become the residence of the number 24. A few yards away, among the poppies, will be the garage of number 25 and there, between the White Campion, a dining room where someone who is not born one day quarrel with his parents. On the fence there will be a children's room, designed by a woman who working on a computer in an office with air conditioning in a complex next to a highway. In an airport halfway around the world will miss a man and his family will take care of his house, whose foundations have been dug where there is now a puddle ... 
a field somewhere, just outside the city. For a few million years has stayed under a blanket of ice. Then a group of individuals with very pronounced lower jaw settled there, lit fires and, on a stone pedestal, sacrificed an animal of strange gods. The millennia have passed. E 'was invented the plow, and some have sown wheat and barley. The camp was owned by monks, then the king, then a merchant and a farmer who eventually received from the Government a generous sum to sell it to the colorful procession of nanuncoli, daisies and red clover.
This field has had an eventful life. A German bomber, who left the target, we flew over during the war. The children have stopped long car trips to throw up its margins. The night people was lying there wondering if the lights in the sky were stars or satellites. Ornithologists have stepped on the foot with sand-colored socks are looking for families the Black Redstart. During a bicycle tour of the British Isles two pairs Norwegian vvi have camped for a night and, in their tents, they sang Anne knutsdotter Mollom Bakkar and of Berg. The foxes have look around and mice have made journeys of exploration. The worms do not come out of their dens.
But for this field the time is up. The plot of dandelion taken will become the residence of the number 24. A few yards away, among the poppies, will be the garage of number 25 and there, between the White Campion, a dining room where someone who is not born one day quarrel with his parents. On the fence there will be a children's room, designed by a woman who working on a computer in an office with air conditioning in a complex next to a highway. In an airport halfway around the world will miss a man and his family will take care of his house, whose foundations have been dug where there is now a puddle ...
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