There's 106 miles to Chicago, we've got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark out, and we're wearing sunglasses.
Hit it!
The Blues Brothers
Schlagwort-Archiv: Auto
On a mission from God.
Clarity.
The air next to a busy road smells noticeably fresh when wearing this, making one realize how bad pollution in cities is and that cars with internal combustion engines should probably be banned sooner rather than later.
Jan Schejbal: 3M Jupiter PAPR alternative battery / USB power supply
Horn NO Thanks.
On April 30, 2015, the Government of Maharashtra banned the use of "Horn OK Please" on the rear of commercial vehicles, on the grounds that it encouraged motorists to honk unnecessarily and caused noise pollution.
Auto Nomie.
As cars become more like rolling computers, car manufacturers have been copying tech companies by designing features that let them lock in customers and remotely control car features, muddying the definition of car ownership along the way. Current trends in the automotive industry point to a future with you locked in a remote control car, your vendor holding the remote.
316a.
Übrigens ist Räuberischer Angriff auf Kraftfahrer eine dezidierte gemeingefährliche Straftat im StGB.
Make pools, not traffic.
Benedetto Bufalino ovlivňuje veřejná prostranství instalacemi, které kombinují hravost s poetičností a zvou nás ke vstupu do nekonvenční reality. Během své kariéry již transformoval automobil na jacuzzi, pec na pizzu či ping-pongový stůl. Zde zhmotňuje svou představu dřevěné terasy postavené na třech automobilech přímo na ulici. Tato netypická terasa však vybízí kolemjdoucí k běhu…
Arnaud Fourrier, ředitel Colomierského centra umění, vysvětluje, že umělcova díla nám nabízejí jistý druh každodenní formy hravosti. Deformováním či modifikací objektů, které nás obklopují, použitím designu, umění a architektury Benedetto Bufalino nabízí reflexi, hru s funkcionalitou našeho prostředí.
Landscape Festival Prague: 30. La piste d´athlétisme by Benedetto Bufalino
Harmlittle.
[...] made Nell oddly nostalgic for the days when dangerousness was a function of mass and bulk. The passives of that era were so fun to watch, with their big, stupid cars and big, stupid guns and big, stupid people.
Neal Stephenson: The Diamond Age