forged in the darkest recesses...of imagination

A couple of posts back I mentioned that Public Space Project is helping to install a temporary exhibit in the lobby of our building. For the last 4-5 days, we've been scavanging junk. Last Friday, just a stone's throw from Outflow #70, we visited the Big Dig salvage yard, tucked away beneath a continuous ceiling of highway overpasses. (Big Dig trivia: all of the temporary on- and off- ramps we're using while Boston's downtown highways are put underground are built on styrofoam--you can see it in the pic below where the cement has worn away.) Tomorrow and Thursday we'll be building benches out of paper towel rolls, old street signs, financial ledgers, and other recycled materials. Either Thursday or next Monday (grand opening) I'll post pictures of construction and the final installation. In the meantime, Justin forwarded me this great guerilla-park construction project in San Francisco.

Finally, many overdue thanks to Switzerland. For the brilliant idea of hosting last Friday's reception for a new exhibit on Swiss student architecture in Terminal E at Logan Airport. For the many take-home gifts. And finally to the Swiss Ambassador in Cuba, who hosted a group of us design students a while back. After an hour in his palatial gardens, the white-suited waiters who had been serving us non-stop, flawless mojitos approached sheepishly to say there was no more rum; either we'd finished the poor man's supply or were being cut off. Either way, that day I promised myself that first chance I got, I'd post an online picture of Alpine horns.

(Today's post title is the slogan for Porche's new online ad campaign, which is on Salon.com these days.)