Some time ago, H found this beautiful and stern, smooth and geometric, loving cup or trophy (Pokal). There is no engraving or dedication, only a small plaque in the form of a winged wheel. I suspected that this logo was covering up something else but I’d never risk taking a peek, and is a little mysterious, like an unawarded prize and it is not clear what the symbol refers to: it could be the sign of a watch-making guild in Mรผnchen at the turn of the century or it could be a sign for the old Imperial Railroad (Reichsbahn) that preceded the Deutsche Bahn.
Taking a walk around lunch time, I noticed for the first time this ornamental cornice piece of a cherub mounted above that same logo (although there’s a bit of variation with the spokes) cradling a steam engine. H found this treasure at a massive antique flea market (Flohmarkt), rather than in one of the sadly endangered emporia of hordes and cast-offs. It is has gotten increasingly harder to find a traditional antique or junk store, like this one occupying an old brewery building.
As this space and hobby gave the owners a mission to completely fill every available inch with stuff, one used to find a lot of store-fronts hanging on as vanities, something to showcase on the side that never sees much traffic or revenue, like photography or second-hand shops, proprietors got to have relaxed fun. Certainly the weekend markets are wonderful to explore and have traditions and trappings of their own as well, and though there’s a regularity to their season—with frequent and planned routes and tours and always a good excuse to discover some place new, I think towns and villages need this sort of kooky, lazy, sleepy enterprises (rather than ubiquitous telecommunication shops and fast food joints) as potential and permanent repositories of treasures.
Wednesday, 6 June 2012
pokal and fly-wheel
beauty mark or parallax view
Tuesday, 5 June 2012
crystalline entity
Monday, 4 June 2012
bรถrsianer bรถrsiana

Sunday, 3 June 2012
swatches
I suppose I am not organized or disciplined enough to be a proper curator—or stick with an intelligible theme—and such things do matter among miscellany and easy-of-access considering what goes forgotten and neglected, but I was looking for a specific kind of pattern and all these diverse textile designs did strike me as having some sort of association, in a Jungian common-fate sort of way.
The first is a very mod pattern from 1960, British I think. The second is from an artist working in the 1920s named Maria Likarz and suggests a hail of unread emails. The third is a 1950s Eames Era inspired print that looks like something viral, a transmission. The fish pattern is by Wiener Werkstรคtte compatriot Hans Carl Perleberg and I think is brilliant for the hues and direction. The blackboard abstraction is by Orphian movement founder Sonia Delaunay. And the narrow stack of arches are also from the workshops of Vienna and prefigure one of the standards of Art Dรจco architecture, whose successor style—like all these other periods—hold a timeless that maybe groups them together.
ex ante or porto portugal you are permanently punished
This week’s vote in Ireland whether to accept or reject the conditions of the European Union Fiscal Compact, a treaty meant to promote financial stability and responsibility through punitive measures and supranational controls, was a stirring of an issue that goes dormant as member states shuttle in queue and declare what they expect their prerogatives to be.
