Found here.
There is a bike shop in Germany (pictured) that uses 120 bikes on a wall as a “sign.” Made me think of the single 19th-century trade sign I posted several months ago. I like the idea, I like the graphic effect and the grandeur of it all. It creates solid public sculpture.
Bicycle Tree
Small bicycle of tubular steel with hard rubber wheels, frozen within the old growth of a trees’ trunk.
Midwest, ca 2nd half of the 20th-century
45” (h) x 48” (w) at its widest
In the stock of Joshua Lownfels
Friday, May 14 – Sunday, May 16
Northrup King Building
More info:
or buy it here.
(FT seems to be an arty place as of late. )
Really handsome print from the guys at House Industries.
“In the 1988 Giro d’Italia Andy Hampsten mounted a daring attack on the sleet- and snow-slicked slopes of the Gavia Pass, a gamble that paid off as he became the first and only non-European cyclist to win Italy’s grand tour. Perhaps overshadowed by the accomplishments of his countryman Greg Lemond, Andy had been enjoying a successful career in Europe since 1985 when he won a stage in the 1985 Giro and the white jersey (best young rider) in the 1986 Tour de France. Another memorable highlight was his victory atop the Alpe d’Huez in 1992, which was another first for a non-European cyclist.”
Hand printed by David Dodde. Individually numbered. Bike centered.
“Soap and Water” from his current show at LACMA.
Like any great crime fighter, Natas Kaupas is silently fighting the good fight by lending his skills to a good cause. The bike above is something he’s donned his artsy skills to as part on auction to benefit the Nianjema Secondary School in Bagamoyo, Tanzania. Details can be found here. Bids can be submitted via email to “njs(at)keirinculture.com”. (Obviously it’s “@” not” (at)” )
Now pony up Daddy Warbucks and let’s make some Tanzanians happy.
Design Observer has a great article on David Maisel’s Library of Dust.
An excerpt:
Each canister held the remains of a human body, an unknown person who had been labeled mentally ill, who had been locked away in an asylum, and who after death had been left unclaimed for years, stacked on a shelf. These canisters held significance far greater than simply being beautiful objects.
The gallery installation didn’t make this clear, and it’s a failing. Unknowing visitors, I was told, first think these are images of bullets, paint cans or corroded batteries. When they are told what they really are, most are stunned into silence.
Go on, get your depressing read on.
I really like the approach of this film, the relationship of the woman to the builder while having a custom bike made. Less bike builder porn and more a story about the character of Pegoretti and his friend. Camilla’s other art is interesting, too.
Gonna be giving this to my pops…