The Lonely Piñata

Why is the Piñata lonely? He doesn't belong in the snow, that's why. The sun is calling him.

One day there will be moments of unspeakable beauty. 

Richard Owen - Memoir of the Pearly Nautilus - 1832

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Sculptures of ocean waves and watery landscapes by layering multiple sheets of hand-cut glass by Ben Young

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Le Double Secret by Rene Magritte, 1927. 
Elisa Insua turns everyday bits and bobs into complex artworks.
My life fades. The vision dims. All that remains are memories. I remember a time of chaos. Ruined dreams. This wasted land. But most of all, I remember The Road Warrior. The man we called “Max”. To understand who he was, you have to go back to another time. When the world was powered by the black fuel. And the desert sprouted great cities of pipe and steel. Gone now, swept away. For reasons long forgotten, two mighty warrior tribes went to war and touched off a blaze which engulfed them all. Without fuel, they were nothing. They built a house of straw. The thundering machines sputtered and stopped. Their leaders talked and talked and talked. But nothing could stem the avalanche. Their world crumbled. The cities exploded. A whirlwind of looting, a firestorm of fear. Men began to feed on men. On the roads it was a white line nightmare. Only those mobile enough to scavenge, brutal enough to pillage would survive. The gangs took over the highways, ready to wage war for a tank of juice. And in this maelstrom of decay, ordinary men were battered and smashed. Men like Max. The warrior Max. In the roar of an engine, he lost everything. And became a shell of a man, a burnt out, desolate man, a man haunted by the demons of his past, a man who wandered out into the wasteland. And it was here, in this blighted place, that he learned to live again…

Heavenly Bodies: Relics of Catholic Saints


Jewelled saints’ remains from southern Germany, Austria and Switzerland. The skeletons were found in 1578 when some of the catacombs of Rome were opened up.

Photographer Paul Koudounaris chronicles the remains in his book Heavenly Bodies, published by Thames & Hudson. 

(Source: theguardian.com)

Icon 4x4 reveal the Ultimate Thriftmaster. 
Lou Reed, 71, no longer with us. 
One of the greats: supremely influential, tirelessly innovative, relentlessly uncompromising. 
He will be sorely missed. The world seems somehow reduced as a result of his passing. 
Douglas DC-3 Cockpit.