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[[File:Alphonse .jpg|thumbpx|thumb|right|What is this image before the table of contents. I see a hooded figure I see the inside of an ear a cartoon octopus black billowing smoke a hill covered in bushes a lions forehead and all of this before the table is set. For a moment I see nothing all the image shows me is itself and my brain shorts somewhere just behind my eyes for the second time today it makes me panic a little if I don't think am I of course but there is something disorienting when your skin is everywhere in flakes and your everything else through the floor]] | [[File:Alphonse .jpg|thumbpx|thumb|right|What is this image before the table of contents. I see a hooded figure I see the inside of an ear a cartoon octopus black billowing smoke a hill covered in bushes a lions forehead and all of this before the table is set. For a moment I see nothing all the image shows me is itself and my brain shorts somewhere just behind my eyes for the second time today it makes me panic a little if I don't think am I of course but there is something disorienting when your skin is everywhere in flakes and your everything else through the floor]] | ||
Designers are torn between having to believe, for professional and vocational reasons, in the modern promise of a harmonic, fluid orderliness and being caught in an absurd, glitchy reality. They are the ideal | Designers are torn between having to believe, for professional and vocational reasons, in the modern promise of a harmonic, fluid orderliness and being caught in an absurd, glitchy reality. They are the ideal type of a hyper-modern subjectivity — disillusioned evangelists who are losing faith. | ||
Designers aren't ideal they are real. | Designers aren't ideal they are real. | ||
Revision as of 20:42, 13 February 2024
What is this image before the table of contents. I see a hooded figure I see the inside of an ear a cartoon octopus black billowing smoke a hill covered in bushes a lions forehead and all of this before the table is set. For a moment I see nothing all the image shows me is itself and my brain shorts somewhere just behind my eyes for the second time today it makes me panic a little if I don't think am I of course but there is something disorienting when your skin is everywhere in flakes and your everything else through the floor
Designers are torn between having to believe, for professional and vocational reasons, in the modern promise of a harmonic, fluid orderliness and being caught in an absurd, glitchy reality. They are the ideal type of a hyper-modern subjectivity — disillusioned evangelists who are losing faith.
Designers aren't ideal they are real.