The best cinema taps into our secret dreams, and TINY taps in specifically to our secret dreams about running away to Colorado and building a tiny house. Thus, we think it’s reasonable to assume it’ll be bigger than Avengers. TINY chronicles filmmaker Christopher Smith’s attempt to build a tiny house more or less from scratch. Smith directed the movie and Merete Mueller, who will also live in the house, wrote and produced it. They’re both quite charming, and to get a sense of both their ambitions and their learning process, consider this bit from the blog chronicling the project:
This little guy, a parasitic coral reef crustacean called a gnathiid, now has something in common with that one dog in that movie and a printer in the Glamour art department: He’s named after Bob Marley.
The nice way to talk about Suzanne Lee’s garments is to say that they’re “biocouture” — biodegradable clothes that required no animal products in the making. The grosser to way to talk about them is to say that they’re made of bacteria excretion. She explains: You can start with something like green tea, you add sugar as a nutrient and then you introduce another culture which is a living organism and that basically feeds on the sugar and the green tea and it spins threads of cellulose. Basically, these are Kombucha clothes. Those cellulose threads gather at the surface of …
Last weekend’s heat played havoc with transportation in the D.C. area, but at least we got some cool photos out of the chaos. The heat-buckled highway was just a heat-buckled highway — they’ve been all over the country this summer — but check out this plane sinking four inches into the tarmac at Reagan National Airport:
I Wish I Said Hello takes the private moments of missed connections and puts them back in the public spaces where they occurred.
The National Building Museum may not be D.C.’s star attraction, but even if you don’t love it, it loves you. You can tell, because the museum is giving sweltering District residents a nice, cool place to play indoor mini-golf this summer. And because it’s the National Building Museum, this is no plaster-clown-head putt-putt course — the holes resemble tiny cities, models of the Mall, and modernist architecture. There’s even a hole shaped like a labyrinth.
The highest body of equestrian sports, the Federation Equestre Internationale, is just a little obsessed with where horse babies come from. And not without reason — have you seen the prices for champion horse sperm these days? (Man, you know this is a phrase that has actually come out of Mitt Romney’s mouth. And we used to think arugula was elitist.) In the past, the best way to propagate and improve a horse’s line was the old-fashioned artificial insemination route. That’s expensive, and not a little messy, and it doesn’t work for champion horses that are also geldings (i.e., neutered). …
This compilation of recent news footage could EASILY be the scene from a disaster movie showing a news footage montage right before everything goes to hell.
Here’s a fun pastime, if you’re mildly sociopathic: Put a clam on a table. Sprinkle salt around it. Watch as it investigates with what looks for all the world like a gigantic creepy beige tongue. Yes, we know it’s not a tongue, but you know it looks like it’s sticking out its tongue and very slowly licking its lips. Alex Hern at the New Statesman captures the pathos of it all: