Earlier this summer, I got the chance to explore more of Central Europe while presenting at two art and culture conferences. On the second day of the two-week trip, I happened upon Iwan Baan’s photo exhibition “Prague Diary” at the Centrum Architektury a Městského Plánování, a.k.a. CAMP. At first, I was…
Our cultures are often more intertwined than we’ve been taught. My research responds by focusing on the recognition of global entanglements in local design heritage stories. My scalar, mental-mapping interview method invites participants to project their heritage into the future to create an imaginative space…
We merged with the stream of protestors near the Reichstag, i.e., Parliament building. Smart phones and flags held aloft, people alternated chants in Farsi and English. “One solution! Revolution!” “Down with the dictator!” “Say her name! Say her name! Mahsa Amini!”
The colonial link between Indonesia and the Netherlands accelerated not only resource extraction but artistic convergence. In the early 20th century, the architects creating the Amsterdam School style wanted to break from the repetition of Western industrialization…
Dutch planners initially envisioned the Bijlmer as a modernist utopia. Urban planning debates still revolve around these 20th-century experiments that sought the “city of the future”. Under the banner of progress, urban elites across the world initiated massive infrastructure projects based on the principles of modern architecture.
“Merdeka” is the Indonesia word for freedom. This was graffitied—with a Dutch spelling alteration—on the van Heutsz monument during the 1960s Provo protest movement. Such an act emphasizes that alongside oppression there is always resistance.
After two years of calling Amsterdam home, we’re saying goodbye at the end of this month. I’m honestly too exhausted from completing my degree to share much reflection now, but more than anything else, I want to thank the people who have made this place special.
Under the glittering canopy, our worldly concerns wash away. The path appears clear before us. The destination feels definite. The rhythm of our breath carries us past grove after grove, and hill after hill. We are certain in our purpose; such is the power of a walk in the woods.
Back in August we spent three weeks crisscrossing southern Germany on fifteen trains. Andreas and I didn’t have an apartment yet in Amsterdam, so our first rental was a closet-size storage unit for our extra suitcases. We needed to travel lighter for all the train hopping.
Hand built in 1996 by a renowned boutique frame maker in California, this Bruce Gordon Rock 'n Road delivered many miles of joy before I ever hopped on the saddle.