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forgottenpnffacts · a year ago
Could you list every time they used photorealistic images in the show? It can be just a few examples if it's too much work
Here’s most of them already (“Rollercoaster”/“Face Your Fear”/“Moon Farm”/“Sci-Fi Pie Fly”/“Phineas and Ferb Save Summer”/“Last Day of Summer”/“Candace Loses Her Head”/“Lights, Candace, Action!”/“Out to Launch”), but there’s also “Phineas and Ferb Busters!”
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Phineas and Ferb the Movie: Across the 2nd Dimension,
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and pretty much every time a planet is shown in the later seasons (“The Chronicles of Meap”/“We Call it Maze”/”Canderemy"?“Misperceived Monotreme”/“Escape From Phineas Tower”/“Mommy Can You Hear Me?”)!
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architectnews · 8 minutes ago
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LAN Architecture designs pastel-coloured housing in Strasbourg
Paris studio LAN Architecture has created a collection of ice cream-coloured buildings called Nolistra in Strasbourg, France, which are set around a communal garden.
Located in the area between the Saint-Urban cemetery and the Parc de l'Etoile, the buildings are each different colours, ranging from dark, greyish blue to pale pistachio green and bubblegum pink.
The development sits on an urban island
Nolistra sits on an "urban island" that is hemmed in by two roads, in-between Strasbourg's historical district and a 1960s expansion of the borough.
In order to create an identity for the development, which has housing units as well as commercial space, a hotel and offices, the studio looked to the surroundings colourful buildings.
"From the beginning of the project we were searching for a form and strategy that could express continuity and at the same time a strong identity in itself," Local Architecture Network (LAN) Architecture co-founder Umberto Napolitano told Dezeen.
Its pastel-colour facades blend into the neighbourhood. Photo is by Lorenzo Zandri
"We tried to use what the city already offered us, and Strasbourg is a city that is extremely defined by the colours," Napolitano explained.
"The idea was to use colour as a tool that could express continuity with the elements that were already there – on one side there is a pink building which was one of the first we had to relate to, and there is this very small architecture of the cemetery which is blue, then there is a square made of [red] Bordeaux stone," he said.
"So little by little the neighbourhood started to inform the project."
All eight blocks have different colours. Photo is by Lorenzo Zandri
The residential part of the development comprises 178 apartments spread over six of the buildings, including a dark-blue 18-storey tower.
Another building will hold a hotel and the last block will house office spaces.
All the blocks are united with a repetitive facade design that features symmetrical set-back windows grouped in sets of four.
The development has six housing blocks as well as a hotel and an office building. Photo is by Lorenzo Zandri
"If you go in the historical centre, what the succession of different areas of urbanisation have in common is a strong variety of colour and a kind of light motif of the windows," Napolitano said.
"The windows express a level of abstraction, so when you see the addition of all these windows it becomes a texture, in a sense, but when you go close you see the details, the shadow and light."
A communal garden at its foot has been planted with flowers found in the area. Photo is by Lorenzo Zandri
The Nolistra city block sits around a communal garden and the buildings also feature roof terraces. The studio chose to use plants that were suitable for the area and could be found in the cemetery on one side of the development and the park on the other.
"The garden has evolved a lot," Napolitano explained.
"In the beginning it was something more domestic but it has evolved, step by step, into something that in five years will be extremely wild," he added.
"It was interesting because it's not always easy to convince someone in a project that's mainly housing to have a garden that you can't completely control."
Loggias create a sense of openness in the apartments
Nolistra, which the studio called "a first architectural response to the public health crisis we've been experiencing since March 2020," was designed to have open interiors with ample natural light.
The apartments all have loggias, or winter gardens, which can be used as extra rooms in the summer.
"Each flat has one more room that you can keep as an exterior space or decide to close," Napolitano said. "The windows are already there – now it has been delivered as an external loggia that you can close in the winter."
Roads surround the development
The studio also focused on creating a dense development that would have a sense of community, but not create the feeling that people are living on top of each other.
"The colour is the element is that overrides everything, but there has been a lot of effort made on flexibility and how to generate a very dense district," Napolitano said.
"Using density for equality, such as sharing of resources and sense of community, without having this failed density where people are too close to one another and have too much in common."
Multiple windows create a grid-pattern on the facades
The housing part of the development comprises free, assisted or intermediate ownership, as well as social housing.
"It's an even more interesting project because of the problem of social housing – how do you create community without exclusion?" Napolitano said. "This project has a mixed population and a mix of uses."
Photography is by Charly Broyez unless otherwise stated.
LAN Architecture has previously created a French town hall with a perforated metal skin and a weathering-steel clad prison with a pastel sports court.
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evalin7 · 3 hours ago
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architectnews · 10 hours ago
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LAN Architecture designs pastel-coloured housing in Strasbourg
Paris studio LAN Architecture has created a collection of ice cream-coloured buildings called Nolistra in Strasbourg, France, which are set around a communal garden.
Located in the area between the Saint-Urban cemetery and the Parc de l'Etoile, the buildings are each different colours, ranging from dark, greyish blue to pale pistachio green and bubblegum pink.
The development sits on an urban island
Nolistra sits on an "urban island" that is hemmed in by two roads, in-between Strasbourg's historical district and a 1960s expansion of the borough.
In order to create an identity for the development, which has housing units as well as commercial space, a hotel and offices, the studio looked to the surroundings colourful buildings.
"From the beginning of the project we were searching for a form and strategy that could express continuity and at the same time a strong identity in itself," Local Architecture Network (LAN) Architecture co-founder Umberto Napolitano told Dezeen.
Its pastel-colour facades blend into the neighbourhood. Photo is by Lorenzo Zandri
"We tried to use what the city already offered us, and Strasbourg is a city that is extremely defined by the colours," Napolitano explained.
"The idea was to use colour as a tool that could express continuity with the elements that were already there – on one side there is a pink building which was one of the first we had to relate to, and there is this very small architecture of the cemetery which is blue, then there is a square made of [red] Bordeaux stone," he said.
"So little by little the neighbourhood started to inform the project."
All eight blocks have different colours. Photo is by Lorenzo Zandri
The residential part of the development comprises 178 apartments spread over six of the buildings, including a dark-blue 18-storey tower.
Another building will hold a hotel and the last block will house office spaces.
All the blocks are united with a repetitive facade design that features symmetrical set-back windows grouped in sets of four.
The development has six housing blocks as well as a hotel and an office building. Photo is by Lorenzo Zandri
"If you go in the historical centre, what the succession of different areas of urbanisation have in common is a strong variety of colour and a kind of light motif of the windows," Napolitano said.
"The windows express a level of abstraction, so when you see the addition of all these windows it becomes a texture, in a sense, but when you go close you see the details, the shadow and light."
A communal garden at its foot has been planted with flowers found in the area. Photo is by Lorenzo Zandri
The Nolistra city block sits around a communal garden and the buildings also feature roof terraces. The studio chose to use plants that were suitable for the area and could be found in the cemetery on one side of the development and the park on the other.
"The garden has evolved a lot," Napolitano explained.
"In the beginning it was something more domestic but it has evolved, step by step, into something that in five years will be extremely wild," he added.
"It was interesting because it's not always easy to convince someone in a project that's mainly housing to have a garden that you can't completely control."
Loggias create a sense of openness in the apartments
Nolistra, which the studio called "a first architectural response to the public health crisis we've been experiencing since March 2020," was designed to have open interiors with ample natural light.
The apartments all have loggias, or winter gardens, which can be used as extra rooms in the summer.
"Each flat has one more room that you can keep as an exterior space or decide to close," Napolitano said. "The windows are already there – now it has been delivered as an external loggia that you can close in the winter."
Roads surround the development
The studio also focused on creating a dense development that would have a sense of community, but not create the feeling that people are living on top of each other.
"The colour is the element is that overrides everything, but there has been a lot of effort made on flexibility and how to generate a very dense district," Napolitano said.
"Using density for equality, such as sharing of resources and sense of community, without having this failed density where people are too close to one another and have too much in common."
Multiple windows create a grid-pattern on the facades
The housing part of the development comprises free, assisted or intermediate ownership, as well as social housing.
"It's an even more interesting project because of the problem of social housing – how do you create community without exclusion?" Napolitano said. "This project has a mixed population and a mix of uses."
Photography is by Charly Broyez unless otherwise stated.
LAN Architecture has previously created a French town hall with a perforated metal skin and a weathering-steel clad prison with a pastel sports court.
The post LAN Architecture designs pastel-coloured housing in Strasbourg appeared first on Dezeen.
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lucky-bad-penny · 10 hours ago
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I forgot to share this a few weeks ago as things got busy after this......
So there I am, last week, sitting in my living room, minding my own business, on a zoom hang out call with work. It’s a warm day, so the patio door 5’ behind me is open to let in a breeze. There is no screen door, just open air and the cats were sequestered into the bathroom to allow for fresh air throughout the house.
Half way through the call, I am joined by a surprise guest.
A sparrow decides to fly in and investigate what “indoor living” is all about.
For The next ten minutes, the gang on the zoom call are treated to seeing me walk in and out of camera frame with a broom as I try to herd the sparrow I’d dubbed “You Uncooperative Little Shit” back out from whence he’d come.
My neighbor's bulldog Rook joined the fray partway through, barking and growling at the intruder, which quite unsurprisingly did not ramp down the flustered bird’s nerves any. Mind you Rook has the innate hunter skills-set of your standard-issue bowling pin, so in reality, he posed the bird precisely negative-zero threat. The living embodiment of “my bark is worse than my bite”. But what he lacked in hunting skills he more than made up for in his ability to turn the chase into an I Love Lucy sketch of cascading bumbling ineptitude. Everyone is dying laughing and then my neighbor tracks down his dog in my living room. Rook could contribute absolutely nothing productive to the scenario, but absolutely would not be shooed out of the area to diffuse tensions and increase my chances of getting the poor bird out of the house before it dropped out of the air stone dead from a stress-induced cardiac incident. The neighbor tried to help.
All the while, my coworkers on the call were hearing “seriously you little SHIT?!” Repeatedly from off-camera, unsure which creature I was referring to, on top of the neighbor's dog barking and my neighbor chuckling while assisting.
Finally, I think the stress of the situation had outlasted the bird's available supply of adrenaline stores for life-or-death situations and in a moment of exhaustion, it landed on the end of the broom I was holding aloft. We both looked at each other, sharing a moment of surprise at where our choices had landed us....but I had the upper hand because I had a working familiarity with how “indoors” works and the Sparrow was New Kid On The Block in this regard. I slowly walked out the front door. I’d been smart enough to open at the beginning of this fiasco in the hope that the sparrow might flee out the door of his own accord.
I slowly lowered the broom to the shrubs near the front door and “You Uncooperative Little Shit” inspected the shrub for a second before hopping onto a branch, ruffled his feathers a bit, flicked his wings to make sure everything was in proper order, and then flew up to the highest branch of the nearest tree to start shouting about his adventure to any and all listeners within earshot of his critical review of my hospitality.
Damn bird.
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ratracechronicler · 14 hours ago
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In Irons pt. 8
I caved. This one’s the long chapter. I wrote about Hugo in the arena. It’s missing something and I don’t entirely love it, but that’s not my problem anymore. Tagging @thoughts-of-nora for Scorpio and @maple-writes for Volt and @concealeddarkness13 for Triel. Apologies if I miss anyone, and friendly reminder that Hugo has vulgar and not-good-past narration.
The platform slowly rose to lock Hugo into the giant fishbowl of death, and he finally relaxed. Logically, he knew thousands of eyes could see him here at the start of it, and that made his skin crawl, but they only saw what a screen told them to see. Besides—and this was the important part—he couldn’t see them. There were only 23 sets of eyes left in the area, and that number? It was only going down from here.
Things would make sense here. He was counting on that. No more guessing at what infinitely strange and countless people were plotting all around him. The rules were simple. Kill or be killed—or think really, really fast. That was it.
Then he noticed the landscape was entirely made out of silver and gold and this whole “things making sense” notion cracked a little.
He crouched and picked something to settle his eyes on—a throwing axe—and zoned out, listening hard, checking his peripherals. Getting a feel for the area. Then, when the cannon sounded, everyone jerked into motion, and anyone watching him would be surprised to see him pivot and make for the trees like he was shot from a gun, axe be damned.
A lot of tributes ran. Well-fed and fresh off of days of working together, who would be that inclined to fight? Hugo had never understood the bloodbath. No, what the Capitol really should’ve done was dropped the kids at random throughout the arena, let them starve and gain a few grudges first before dumping in the food and toys to fight over.
Nah. Instead, they chucked Hugo in a forest with a full stomach and a few hours’ sleep, and he ran like a comet through space. Not “like his life depended on it.” That would mean much less speed and much greater tact, actually. But this, this had a certain joy to it, joy with teeth, a fierceness that pulled him on and on, crashing and careening, drunk on the freedom of it. Oh, there’d been too many walls this last week, and he knew sooner or later, he’d find the edge of this bowl. That was the point. He’d claw his way out, and then there’d be no more walls. Just horizons.
But he played it smart. Wound down before he killed off too much of his energy or attracted too much attention. Did a 180 and backtracked, following his own path. Truth was, he couldn’t navigate for shit on land, but the sprint had given him a chance to figure out his stride and the environment. Learned what not to touch lest it burst into sparks or chilling shards of ice, which was extremely convenient because ice melted into water, so thirst wasn’t a problem.
By the time he got back to the Cornucopia, it was picked clean. But that didn’t matter. He was here for the explosives under the discs that would go off if a tribute stepped off too quick. They were deactivated now. But they were still ripe with wires and switches and things that could potentially go boom.
After a few hours’ digging, some other tribute came by to pick off scraps. Hugo made a show of chasing the guy off and smuggling away with his score. Oh, yes, sir, Mr. Flickerman, just a clever little tribute here to make a trap, playing by the rules.
After the sun set, he hunkered down and tried using the sparky flowers to make a fire to see by to fiddle with the scrap, but the fires didn’t catch on the weird black branches, which were stiff as stone and almost impossible to break. He found an already-broken one (why work when he didn’t have to?) and whittled at the broken edge with a rock to make it even more jagged just for the look of having a defense.
He was alone, and it felt good, like being able to stretch his legs for the first time in a long time. The Gamemakers wouldn’t fling anything at him night one, and he’d made enough of a show to pass for now. He sat with the branch in his lap and his head tilted back so his eyes could catch the starlight. Stars—those, he knew how to navigate by, and he got his bearings and let himself drift asleep. With his eyes open. A little trick that made ambushers wary of jumping him.
But it was a quiet night. The second it was light enough to see anything, he roused himself and got back to work trying to sort out the scraps. It was slow going, and it was occurring to him that he hadn’t eaten in about 20 hours—nowhere near a record, but enough to annoy him—
And someone was coming.
Hugo calmly and cleverly camouflaged his project, i.e. buried it in dirt, and started circling, hoping to get a glimpse of the interloper before they did him. He was not silent in the tangles of undergrowth or invisible against the glittery leaves—funny how Capitolites would’ve blended in real well here. But he could move, and that might buy him time.
He took the branch with him, more to throw at someone than to bludgeon. That was what fists were for.
But wait—that head bobbing through the shadows over there was somewhat familiar…
Hugo sidestepped to flatter ground, keeping a screen of vines between himself and the figure he was confident was Scorpio, the boy from the ocean with whom Hugo assumed he had something of an understanding. No ranged weapons visible, but the vines would interfere even if he had any, so Hugo let the guy advance, wondering—hoping—
“Really? A tree branch?” Scorpio snapped as he advanced. “Who even are you?”
Ah. Shit. Never mind. He didn’t even remember.
A stupid flash of indignation ran through Hugo, but he didn’t let it so much as straighten his spine enough to be an inch more of a target, just curdle his tone: “Uh, I’m the guy you met while I was completely and utterly failing at that fire station thingy in training, genius!” Sure would’ve helped last night…
The guy chuckled. “Ah, now I remember. I was kind of nervous and all the faces blended together, I guess.” He looked around. No one else nearby. Plenty of places to dodge, though Hugo had the best one. “Well, are you going to try and finish the job or will you leave me alone?”
Job? Hugo thought of his actual job back in his old district and frowned, fumbling the implications for a second before the casual banter gears meshed—rusty thanks to a blessed day devoid of social unpleasantries. “Uh. I default to avoiding manual labor at all costs, so probably the second one. I mean, I know I’m probably supposed to try killing you or something, but unless this thing bursts into flames a couple hours late, I don’t see how that’s happening.” He glared at his tree branch which had refused to light last night, angling the broken edge away. Scorpio didn’t need to know it how effective a weapon it was or how disinclined Hugo was to use it. Let him doubt.
Scorpio stood up a little taller, trying for a poker face. “Well, I suppose I can leave, then? And you won’t dive at me and attempt to kill me?” He took a careful step aside. Ah, the direction Hugo would’ve picked to run to. Smart.
Good. Soon, Hugo would have his daily interaction quota in for the day for the cameras and he could go back to plotting in peace. He leaned against a tree, nonchalant, not an easy position to snap into a fighting stance from, and even dropped the branch for good measure. “Yep. No-diving zone right here. Make a sly move my way and your jaw finds out the terminal velocity of my knuckles, but right now, you’re outrunning me. Shucks, darn. See ya. Say hi to the ocean for me when you get back to District 4.”
Scorpio hesitated. “This is probably a trick, but if it’s not…” He took another step, and then another, and then he was running and things were going very nicely for everyone until he ran face-first into trouble, here having the name of Triel Reeves and a grin like a solar eclipse.
Fuck.
“Howdy!” she chirped to a backpedaling Scorpio as Hugo sank backwards as quietly as he could, hoping against hope that he hadn’t been spotted. “I have a proposition for you.”
“Ah. Now I’ve got one tribute on one side, and a second under the other,” Scorpio immediately threw Hugo under the bus, damn him. “Oh, well. I only have my life to lose. What’s your proposition?”
“I’m part of an alliance that’s planning on escaping from the arena, and I was wondering if you would be interested in escaping, too,” she explained.
…Okay. She was really still going with that story.
Maybe she did mean it.
It suited her. She wore “heroic jackass” well. Maybe a little too well. Maybe nobody’d knocked the sunshine off her face enough times that she’d learned you could never save everyone. Only yourself, and only then if you were fast.
“An alliance? Really?” Scorpio sighed. “I’m assuming you’re a separate group who wants to escape this, since if you were with the one I met, you’d know I was with them already.”
Wait. There were more? Was anyone actually killing anybody out here?
Hugo’s one original idea in years, escape the arena, and everybody else was getting there first. It was outrageously demeaning.
“Honestly, it seemed like a good time…you know, a mini-rebellion…but it seems less likely now that we’re actually in the arena,” Scorpio said, hesitated. “However, I’d probably die anyway, no matter how much I pride my fighting skill. It’s better this slim chance than none, right?”
That’s the spirit, bucko. Get back to your ocean. See you out there. Speaking of escaping…
“Anyway, it’s been going smoothly so far, and we’ve recruited a few tributes by now. We’re not weak. It should actually work,” Triel insisted optimistically, maybe, just maybe forgetting about ol’ Dig-In-Thine-Heels Hugo in the hope of fresh meat.
He kept creeping away, listening as they discussed who was in what group of escapees…
“And I know a way to make the Capitol think you’re dead,” Triel was telling Scorpio, and Hugo started listening again. “If we destroy your tracker, they won’t know you’re alive anymore.”
He stopped shuffling. Destroy it? He hadn’t thought of that. He touched the tender lump on his arm where the damn thing sat.
“Oh, huh,” he muttered.
Something, something, “Heck yes, I want to destroy my tracker,” Scorpio’s voice swam back into focus. He turned and saw Hugo retreating. “Oh, right. This isn’t a very private conversation. You won’t tell anyone, right? Such as, say, the Capitol?”
Oh, yeah, that’s just what I’ll do. Send a fucking telegram addressed to the entirety of the city. Dear Capitol, someone’s trying to escape the arena and I promise it ain’t me. Regards…
And of course, Triel riveted her gaze on him with a laugh. “I trust him.” He bit back a snort. “But I will need that very sharp stick you just dropped. I don’t actually have a knife, and I want to destroy the tracker.”
“Guess I’m getting roped into this,” he sighed. Great. He was being commandeered into usefulness. Next thing he knew, she’d be sending him on a reconnaissance mission halfway across the arena from his stash. He hurried to fetch the stick, cursing the wasted daylight, heartbeat ratcheting up as he waited for the other shoe to drop, because of course she didn’t have a weapon so she was conveniently asking for his, right? He turned the stick around to present the sharpened edge Triel somehow knew about. “Good thing I sharpened this with my teeth all night.”
Scorpio narrowed his eyes but shrugged. “I can’t die from infection, can—oh, no, I definitely can. Eh. It’ll be worth it.”
What? Were they immune to landborne diseases in District 4? Hugo’s brow furrowed as he pruned extra twigs from the branch so it wasn’t such a hassle to hold, wondering what other red flags his rosy glasses for District 4 had made him miss. “You…had to consider whether that was possible?”
Triel shook her head and held out a hand for the branch. He forked it over and she took it, chattering to herself about the procedure and the trees around here while she worked. Hugo watched the blood drip down Scorpio’s arm and the shiny blackish metal of the tracker glint in the sun, not sure whether the kid was being weakened or helped.
“I’ve noticed the trees are…is ‘stronger’ the word? Or is it just normal for here?” Scorpio asked, fighting to keep a straight face despite the impromptu surgery.
“No, it’s not,” Triel said with a laugh, yanking the last of the tracker free and smashing it with the sharp end of the stick. A cannon went off at the same time, and something hungry leapt in the pit of Hugo’s empty stomach as he watched, unblinking.
So, that works.
Interesting.
“It’s odd,” she went on. “Your district partner also seems to be unsure about some things they should know about…”
“Tree shit can be confusing to people who aren’t land-lubbers,” Hugo scowled, not knowing why.
Scorpio fumbled, “I just meant, you know, for the arena…To be honest, I don’t know. I didn’t sleep well last night. I’m tired, and when I get tired…”
Triel cocked an eyebrow. “Okay. So, what did you learn growing up? And don’t say the vague how-to-sail-and-how-to-fish answer.”
“A few knots, and before you say ‘oh that’s too vague,’ I learned, for example, the fisherman’s knot, the uni knot, and the Palomar knot,” Scorpio defended, and Hugo clamped down on an excited smile when he recognized the names. “I can sail and make a fishing net. Good enough? Are you done interrogating me?”
Now that Triel wasn’t looking his way, Hugo gave a secretive thumbs-up to Scorpio. Just couldn’t help it. The guy spared him what could’ve been a smile.
Triel sighed and nodded. “Fine. But something is suspicious about you two.”
“Fishy, even,” Hugo muttered in what he swore to be a volume neither of them could hear, but in fact both of them laughed and he almost died on the spot of mortification. He made no moves externally, but his mind just beeped uselessly in an effort to censor the moment of Being Witnessed Against His Will from his memory.
“I dunno what the heck is going on with Syl, but I’m from here,” Scorpio insisted.
Triel made a show of ripping off some sleeve fabric and wrapping it around Scorpio’s arm. “I’ll lead you to where we’re staying.” She glanced at Hugo. “Would you like to come along?”
He slammed a mental boot against his brain’s kick starter. “Well, you see, I sort of have this addiction to breathing, and I feel like being around you too long would interfere with that, so I don’t think I’ll stick with you, thanks,” he said, wading over to retrieve his branch, very accidentally snagging it at the same time as he said the word “stick,” very much by accident because he was just thinking of how to get alone again in the least suspicious way possible. “But you’re right about one thing. I won’t tell anyone about this. Especially the Capitol.”
She smirked at him. “We’ll get you yet, Mr. Inconspicuous. See you around.”
Hopefully not. Probably so.
“Nice to meet you, anyway, Hugo,” Scorpio said with a snicker, and Hugo felt slightly vindicated.
“You, too,” he said with all the decency he could muster, leaving nothing but a mock salute for Triel, who led the way away.
And thanks to some convenient malfunctions in the nearby cameras that had nothing to do with Hugo scraping out a blind spot on his way towards the barrier, he was responsible for the death of a promising young fisherman. What a shame.
Hugo worked his way along, watching for the telltale non-glints, the too-perfect tree crooks, the perfectly jagged rocks synthesized my designers who’d never encountered a rock in the wild but could come close enough to bury a lens in the side. Sabotaging cameras was practically an old pastime, a comfort in a foreign realm.
He spent the daylight alternating between picking his way through the undergrowth and splicing pirated wires into his ever-growing monster bomb, which was no longer fit for any explosion. He spent the evening up a tree, keenly aware that someone was roosting in the next tree over, and they played a little game of pretending not to know the other was there but making a sound every now and then to threaten that yes, hey, they were there. And they politely went their separate ways before daybreak.
By noon, he found the edge.
It was marked by a sudden gulley, not that suspicious except for its size and uniform arch. Hugo tossed rocks in front of him until one swept into the gulley and then swung back, shot past his face with a sizzle. Aha. He was here.
He took an entire hour to scope out the place for cameras, not bothering to be subtle or make it look random or accidental anymore since there were so few his thorough search could scare up. Freedom was dizzyingly close, and so was running water—the ice flowers were few and far between and shifted form too fast to be useful, and he hadn’t had a damn thing to eat, and maybe, just maybe, he was five minutes away from vanishing off the face of the earth—
But he couldn’t afford to be hasty. He burned even more time in the blistering sun, listening to the distant tinkle of the silver and gold leaves tapping against each other, double-checking his work with the rewired explosive. It was an ugly piece of shit, but either it’d eat a little tunnel through that nasty force field or it’d give him a clean exit. Probably blast him through the roof of the arena.
Was it really screens up there? Or were the stars he’d tracked real? It disturbed him that he couldn’t tell. That anyone could craft something so indistinguishable from the genuine cosmos.
For an added layer of protection, he hunkered down among shrubbery to shield him from the sight of anyone coming by. He stripped the leaves off and wove their sharp stems through the fabric of his sweaty outer layer of clothes for some late attempt to blend from a distance.
How had Tally said to check for poison? Hugo rolled some of the shrubbery’s berries in his palm, then smashed them. He’d wait for a reaction. In the meantime…
Sliding down as far into the gulley as he dared under what little protection he had, he set the hulk of metal and wires on the ground and connected two little strips of copper.
All his hairs stood on end and he almost swallowed his tongue. His earwax bubbled. Nothing moved. He didn’t fry.
He sat for five minutes before slowly picking up a rock and tossing it.
It landed on the other side of the gully with a puff of dirt.
His heart hammered against his ribs, vying for freedom. This was it. It would work. It really worked. He had bored a way out—the physical challenge of scaling the gulley was nothing on the force field—this was it—
Tally. Alex. Luc. He was going to see them again. He was going to make it out of here and smash them all in a group hug. Hugo hadn’t realized how little he’d actually believed in this until that invisible hole opened up and he could almost see them through it and his breath rattled in his lungs and he missed them so hard it ached. He’d resolved himself to never see them again, numbed the pain of losing them, and the real lack of Luc’s laughter at his dark humor and Tally’s yarns in his listening ear and Alex’s gentle attempts to shine some of the dirt off Hugo’s soul, it ripped its way up through the burial shroud he’d suffocated it all.
Oh, God, he had a way out of this nightmare.
And he was keeping it all to himself.
The twinge of guilt came out of nowhere, foreign and cold. He sat back, letting the wires disconnect so that there was that funny feeling again as the machine faltered.
Not one, but two capable rebellious groups were working to get tributes out of this arena. What the fuck did they need an uneducated shirker for? And what had they ever done for him that he should even think of them now? What had any of them—
Volt. She’d saved his sorry skin when he’d been stupid enough to risk it for Triel just because he didn’t seem to have any other options. And Triel—she just kept popping up, and she was trouble, but she always, always aimed it at his enemies, not his face.
Not one, but two groups of tributes had come to the moral decision that cooperation was the better alternative to slaughter, and Hugo had really said “pass”? What would Alex think of him?
I can ask him myself in about three days, he thought coldly, but his feet wouldn’t move. Better for him to hate me than mourn me, he tried, but…
What was still itching in the back of his mind?
The tracker. If he didn’t take that out before he left, they’d know and shoot his ass from half the world away. Obviously. He’d just wanted to know the force field thingy worked first. He sat, focusing on the other little invention he’d thrown together, which looked kinda like a mechanical shaver built by a blindfolded hedgehog. It used part of the proximity-sensing from the bombs but rewired in reverse so that technically, it ought to neutralize the tracking functions when he aligned it like so on his arm…
The tines jabbed at his skin, but other than that, nothing happened, as far as he could tell.
Hugo’s mouth went dry when he realized what he was waiting for. No cannon like Scorpio’d got.
It wasn’t working.
He tried again, then again, drawing blood with the tines, but still nothing. He stripped the thing down to the wires and put it back together. Nothing. He improvised. He chowed on berries until the dizziness settled and he felt normal enough to get nauseous by the overwhelming certainty that he was totally fucked.
Hours passed as he skittered back and forth, trying and trying, until the heat and the darkness and something in the berries that wasn’t poison bid him to pack up for the night. He stashed the force field disruptor—it works, it works, he kept consoling himself even though that meant shit now—and retreated into the woods in search of fire he could work by, chewing on leaves and fruit, just daring it to take him down now.
Surely, someone had a fire going and he could just kick them away, right?
But nah, man…that’d be mean…why be mean about it…? Why not just, like, be chill with people for once…
Hugo came to around twilight, and the feeling that his spine had aged fifty years told him he’d slept like this and it was morning. His mouth tasted like rust—the berries. Vague memories of firelight and too-loud laughter and singing about fish in the sea slowly caught up with him.
And he didn’t know where he’d left his failure of a tracker destroyer.
Resigned to die here at the foot of a golden oak, he considered the ability of an eel to reef a topsail in the first place.
You can just slice the damn chip out of your arm, you sorry jackass. Now get up.
His head hurt and felt crooked. His stomach had puckered into a fist. His arm ached. Everything ached. His spine was all crooked. None of last night’s choir had a hangover except for him, and they’d be waiting to crack his skull open the second they realized he wasn’t going to be useful to them.
Your plan failed. You had a backup. Get to it. Smartly, now…
It would be easier. To die. Now. Here. Under a pretty tree. It wasn’t like he was going to last a week hoofing it through the mutated wilderness of Panem. It wasn’t like his friends hadn’t already been caught and detained, killed for their transgressions or tortured in honor of Hugo’s devious slip in his interview or some other sin. Why had he bothered trying?
QUIT SKYLARKING, ATWATER!
For nothing but spite, he levered himself up onto his bony elbows, lurched forward onto his haunches, and rocked upwards to his feet. The world spun around him, which made it easier to glare at since he didn’t even have to move his eyes to get to more of it. It was too bright, but he could track a line of gray puttering up from the remains of a fire not far to starboard—er, his right—and there were voices and crunching feet.
With nothing but the clothes on his back, he drifted after them.
He recognized at least one voice from last night’s little shindig, though he couldn’t put a name to it. There were only three names he carried now, each one peeling him inside out a little bit more because he’d been so close, could’ve been made it to them if he was just smarter, could’ve left anyway if he’d been gutsier, and something here tugged at him, and his second thoughts snagged on third thoughts and fourth and fifth, and his mind was like a nest of angry bees but with less communication skills.
The hunting party didn’t have anyone in it he cared about. That was the short and long of it. He figured out their identities quick but couldn’t dredge up a damn for either one of them, but they were chasing clues better than he could and he ghosted in their wake, haunted by something and haunting this place in return. The longer he thought about it, the more he realized that yes, he was lingering. He wanted something. To knot a loose end.
If that made it a noose—well. Fine. Not like he was likely to survive gouging a tracker out of his own arm by vital arteries and hiking through the woods with one good arm and a possible infection to nurse alone. If his old friends turned into new enemies, maybe they were just saving him a step.
And sure enough, when the hunting party picked up pace and he skirted far around the side and squinted through the afternoon glare to pick out the quarry as they collided with it, he spotted—
They’d let Volt keep her watch. How nice.
Right then, he realized he’d been watching the faces of the fallen tributes in the sky for a reason, and he cursed himself to hell and broke cover.
Elizabeth might’ve had a weapon, or Reine—was it really just the two of them? Idiots didn’t even have the advantage of numbers until Hugo jumped out fists first. And he, the bigger idiot by far, didn’t even double-check on that whole weapons thing before skidding between Reine and Volt, who didn’t have a bow ready but the arrow she clutched in one fist stood out in his sight, shiny and sharp, as she crouched in a fighting stance.
If there was one thing Hugo did better, if not more frequently, than fight dirty, it was creatively excuse himself from fighting at all.
“I’ve got a score to settle with this one,” he snarled over his shoulder, very kindly removing one target from the duo’s list of things to worry about as Volt took her cue to bolt, probably believing he really would come at her, and she was probably right—he’d pull a punch for the sake of appearances, but didn’t have to, just veered to drive her away from the fight and into the flight, and it was beyond strange, being the chaser and not the chased, and every instinct told him to hook a left and bolt before she whipped around and drove the arrow into a soft spot.
But she hadn’t, alright? She hadn’t taken a single opportunity to weaken him, even when he’d jabbed his own eyes or picked pointless pockets, and she’d watched him at the Bloodbath but hadn’t targeted him, and he had to know why. He should’ve consoled himself that he’d gotten her out of the fight, he’d done enough for her, but his feet kept moving, steady as steam no matter how much he hated it, because he couldn’t leave without knowing why.
Or without saying goodbye.
Was that it?
She stumbled ahead of him—the going wasn’t easy for her—he slowed a little, let her keep a safe distance while he caught his bearings of where he’d been before and tacked right, driving them towards his personal camera clearing.
Maybe he could explain. Maybe he could help her. Maybe she could help him.
Use her or be used and she’ll take the bomb and run and maybe it’ll be a merciful death and she’s okay, this one’s okay—
There was that ugly boulder. He slowed and heard himself say, “We can stop here.”
Maybe he’d run her like this as a tactic so she’d be out of energy, huh? But his limbs felt like lead the second he stopped moving them.
This was his clearing, right? The doubts swarmed, and it was all he could do to keep standing as she turned, arrow clutched in her fist, and they stared each other down, trying to catch their breaths and figure each other out.
Kudos to the lady if she could manage it, since Hugo couldn’t even figure out what the hell he was doing other than keeping up a record streak of poor decisions.
She didn’t look too pampered by the arena. Crooked stance of a stomach empty enough to eat away at balance. Cuts and bruises and bags under her eyes. He wasn’t actually sure who’d win if it came to fighting.
But he didn’t swing. And he didn’t run.
He was sick of it.
“Good to see you’re still around,” Volt said quietly. Hugo’s reaction to his hunch being right was more confusion than hope, and he was sick of that, too.
“For the time being. I don’t think I’ll be here much longer,” he said with a shrug, some last desperate vestige of sense telling him to keep it vague, but something caved into a sewer of honesty. “But—look. Forget that. It’s good to see you, too. I just—I wanted to see you, y’know—make sure you were hanging in there. I don’t know why. It just seemed important.”
Why? Why? But he felt—better. Seeing her alive. With his own eyes. It chipped something off from the layered, calcified hunk of his sundry fears sitting at the bottom of his guts.
Volt leaned against a nearby tree. They weren’t in attack mode anymore. It felt like a realer guard-lowering than with Scorpio, and in the arena, even if Hugo was reasonably sure they weren’t being watched, it felt like breaking the rules. It felt okay. Shaky okay, but okay. Maybe. And just a little bit defiant, and if he didn’t get enough teenage rebellion in each day, they’d revoke his temporary protagonist visa, so he let it slide.
“You make it this far, that’s more than some,” Volt said, maybe to encourage him on that “not much longer” bit. Should he tell her? Would he tell her? She sighed and rummaged in a pocket for a bottle of water. “Here.” She set it on the ground—and—rolled it—towards him. “Might come in handy.”
What the hell? What the fuck? He’d lost his front teeth to a kick when begging for water when he was six, and people were just giving it away in the arena for free? Stop, stop it, sadsack, that was one time, and it’s just water. He warily picked it up. It had to be poisoned, right? A relatively gentle way to go—that’s what she’d want for him, right? Just play along for now til she leaves like Scorpio. Now, now, now, so close to escaping, so close and so far.
“Uh. Thanks. It might, yeah,” he acknowledged intelligently, battling down the chorus of conflicting instincts. The mess must’ve been obvious if she was resorting to charity with him. “Where’d you get the water?”
“Sponsor,” she said like it came with a footnote. Sure enough, she looked away and added, “An old client of mine. I thought she’d be pleased to watch me die, but seems like she may have had a change of heart for some reason or another. Don’t know how long that’s going to last, though.”
“Depends on whether the donor hear was a good match, usually,” Hugo deadpanned. Humor was a cheap trick to not share an emotional reaction, but the old standby was a comfort.
It got a laugh, but not out of her—out of an unseen witness marching from the sidelines and into sight.
“Oh, you must be talking about Indigo Carmine,” said Triel Reeves from under a magnificent broad-rimmed hat, uncaring that the other two snapped into fighting stances against her.
“How do you know that?” Volt demanded, pausing as she must’ve recognized the intruder.
“An information specialist let me know all the juicy details of Dear Ms. Indigo’s past,” Triel smirked. “Anyway, how are both of you doing?”
Hugo didn’t recognize the name or really care about it. I want a hat like that, he thought and filed that under “Now’s Not the Time” right next to Triel’s latest conversation starter.
Volt let out a long sigh like an overworked engine as she sank back against her tree. “I’ve been better, to put it briefly.”
And the confusion caught up with the bitterness and asked why Hugo felt so upset about this interruption, and his sixth thoughts analyzed the way the fifth thoughts had marked it an “interruption” until his seventh thoughts hit home, urging him a step back from Triel. “You know…this’s the second time you’ve conveniently stepped in on one of my conversations here in the Arena. What gives? I’m just trying to get by, and you keep making it complicated. For what? Huh?”
She winked, and now that he knew what that was, it made him feel queasy, which did not help his suspicion. “Because I just love your company so much! And hey, if you want to get rid of me, you could join the escape group, and I won’t bother you again.” She actually bowed then, doffing the hat with an elegant twirl.
I really want a hat like that, he thought and filed it under “Now’s Really Not the Time.”
“I think the nature of that request logically means we have to be around each other more and you get more opportunities to bother me,” Hugo pointed out, letting the seventh thoughts have their say. “You don’t even know me. I’m just the jerk that goes around messing things up. How did you even know I’ve been busting out cameras around here? Or d’you just think you can go around talking about escape and the Gamemakers won’t sent in the acid rain to shut you up? Argh…”
This was so fucked up. His head pounded, hard. His plans were falling apart, and even his improvised goodbye was smashed to pieces. Nothing he did worked.
He gave up and delegated the thinking to someone else. “What’re you going to do?” he asked Volt. “Join her or what?”
“What a coincidence!” Triel said to the side, trying to charm her foot farther in the door. “I too, was destroying cameras around here! They can’t hear anything we say. And maybe I wouldn’t bother you if you joined!”
Volt groaned and closed her eyes, probably battling her own headaches, compounded by childish adolescents running around with their poor choices. Hugo felt a stab of something he would identify as sympathy in about three hours. “At the very least it seems she’s done some research,” she admitted. “I don’t know what to believe, but since we seem to be together yet again, it might not hurt to stick together. See what happens.”
It wasn’t what Hugo had wanted to hear. He’d hoped for an airtight reason to split, for him to sulk off to his experiments with the satisfaction of closure. But she was thinking straighter than him right now, and damn it all—he stared at the water bottle—she’d been objectively kind. And Triel had a very cool hat and, to be honest, he felt better knowing where she was instead of imagining her lurking out there in the shadows, waiting to surprise him with a dramatic entrance.
He didn’t know what to believe, either. But he knew what he wanted.
“I’ve never believed in anything. And look where that’s got me,” he muttered. He looked up at Triel’s expectant face and squared his shoulders. “You’re a bit…Much. But you remind me of someone I eventually got to tolerate.” Oh, you smooth motherfucker. “That didn’t come out great. The point is, I want out of here. I’ve got places I still want to see.”
Hold onto your judgements, Alex. I’ll get there. But I need help. And I think I can help them, too.
“I’ve got ideas,” he rolled on, gaining something like momentum as the thoughts came together, a few of them even agreeing, uniting in the name of defiance and something halfway to hope. “Bad ones. I…Can maybe help. Anyway, if she thinks it’s a halfway decent idea…Well, I don’t know if I can trust anyone, but I trust her judgement. This could be a trap, but so could anything.” He spread his arms in surrender. “Ya got me. Now what?”
Triel took the gesture as an invitation for a hug and he very nearly changed the direction her knee bent before he realized this was not a choke hold and he stopped his foot. From the disgruntled sound to his left, Triel had snared Volt, too.
“I’m so glad!” she trilled. “Come on! I’ll show you to the camp. Don’t worry. We’ve already smashed all the cameras around there too.”
He felt relieved when she let him go—she hadn’t gone through the four-year clearance period it took for him to be comfortable being touched—but trudged along after her instead of bolting when he had the chance. Volt got her balance and followed, too.
So, this was it. He’d dragged himself in good. No chance of a clean getaway now that he’d given Triel an inch—she’d sink her teeth in a mile, wouldn’t let him slip away in the night. And now that meant he had to not actively insult her or anything if he wanted her to keep peaceful. What a chore.
He stuffed his hands into his pockets, waiting for the grave he’d dug to start filling with dirt, waiting for the suffocating certainty that he’d made the wrong choice yet again. But it didn’t come. Maybe he was too far gone to care anymore.
And maybe, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep down—
So, Triel liked sabotaging cameras, too. They had some hobbies in common, at least.
And it’d been a long, long time since anyone new had been happy to see him.
And it was really a great hat.
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architectnews · 15 hours ago
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LAN Architecture designs pastel-coloured housing in Strasbourg
Paris studio LAN Architecture has created a collection of ice cream-coloured buildings called Nolistra in Strasbourg, France, which are set around a communal garden.
Located in the area between the Saint-Urban cemetery and the Parc de l'Etoile, the buildings are each different colours, ranging from dark, greyish blue to pale pistachio green and bubblegum pink.
The development sits on an urban island
Nolistra sits on an "urban island" that is hemmed in by two roads, in-between Strasbourg's historical district and a 1960s expansion of the borough.
In order to create an identity for the development, which has housing units as well as commercial space, a hotel and offices, the studio looked to the surroundings colourful buildings.
"From the beginning of the project we were searching for a form and strategy that could express continuity and at the same time a strong identity in itself," Local Architecture Network (LAN) Architecture co-founder Umberto Napolitano told Dezeen.
Its pastel-colour facades blend into the neighbourhood. Photo is by Lorenzo Zandri
"We tried to use what the city already offered us, and Strasbourg is a city that is extremely defined by the colours," Napolitano explained.
"The idea was to use colour as a tool that could express continuity with the elements that were already there – on one side there is a pink building which was one of the first we had to relate to, and there is this very small architecture of the cemetery which is blue, then there is a square made of [red] Bordeaux stone," he said.
"So little by little the neighbourhood started to inform the project."
All eight blocks have different colours. Photo is by Lorenzo Zandri
The residential part of the development comprises 178 apartments spread over six of the buildings, including a dark-blue 18-storey tower.
Another building will hold a hotel and the last block will house office spaces.
All the blocks are united with a repetitive facade design that features symmetrical set-back windows grouped in sets of four.
The development has six housing blocks as well as a hotel and an office building. Photo is by Lorenzo Zandri
"If you go in the historical centre, what the succession of different areas of urbanisation have in common is a strong variety of colour and a kind of light motif of the windows," Napolitano said.
"The windows express a level of abstraction, so when you see the addition of all these windows it becomes a texture, in a sense, but when you go close you see the details, the shadow and light."
A communal garden at its foot has been planted with flowers found in the area. Photo is by Lorenzo Zandri
The Nolistra city block sits around a communal garden and the buildings also feature roof terraces. The studio chose to use plants that were suitable for the area and could be found in the cemetery on one side of the development and the park on the other.
"The garden has evolved a lot," Napolitano explained.
"In the beginning it was something more domestic but it has evolved, step by step, into something that in five years will be extremely wild," he added.
"It was interesting because it's not always easy to convince someone in a project that's mainly housing to have a garden that you can't completely control."
Loggias create a sense of openness in the apartments
Nolistra, which the studio called "a first architectural response to the public health crisis we've been experiencing since March 2020," was designed to have open interiors with ample natural light.
The apartments all have loggias, or winter gardens, which can be used as extra rooms in the summer.
"Each flat has one more room that you can keep as an exterior space or decide to close," Napolitano said. "The windows are already there – now it has been delivered as an external loggia that you can close in the winter."
Roads surround the development
The studio also focused on creating a dense development that would have a sense of community, but not create the feeling that people are living on top of each other.
"The colour is the element is that overrides everything, but there has been a lot of effort made on flexibility and how to generate a very dense district," Napolitano said.
"Using density for equality, such as sharing of resources and sense of community, without having this failed density where people are too close to one another and have too much in common."
Multiple windows create a grid-pattern on the facades
The housing part of the development comprises free, assisted or intermediate ownership, as well as social housing.
"It's an even more interesting project because of the problem of social housing – how do you create community without exclusion?" Napolitano said. "This project has a mixed population and a mix of uses."
Photography is by Charly Broyez unless otherwise stated.
LAN Architecture has previously created a French town hall with a perforated metal skin and a weathering-steel clad prison with a pastel sports court.
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estherbirrellphotography · 16 hours ago
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Structure evaluation
For this brief we were asked to show the form and materials of a building and how the surrounding area adds to the aesthetic.  
found my building by accident on a trip to Lidl but the unique shape and form of this building really drew me in. The grid that surrounds the whole building creates some interesting shapes that i was able to play with. 
The weather was a big factor in showing this building off properly. the first time shooting was overcast with some sun coming through and the sunnier shots are stronger. going back on a really sunny day i was able to show the texture of the building in the black stone the glass panels and the metal panels at the very top of the building.
With the windows facing SE at around 12-1pm would get a really nice reflection. after 1pm the sun would move towards the west and this created shadows on the front face of the building. the surrounding shrubbery creates a nice contrast with the black brick, and the reflections created 
editing was interesting. learning new ways to edit with perspective warp and perspective crop, i think perspective crop was the most effective and looked the best in the end. Perspective warp seemed too destructive and made the surrounding space looked too warped. 
The size of the images and how they've cropped was awkward for the layout and took a few tries to get a layout that worked but I'm happy with how it turned out.
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architectnews · 18 hours ago
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LAN Architecture designs pastel-coloured housing in Strasbourg
Paris studio LAN Architecture has created a collection of ice cream-coloured buildings called Nolistra in Strasbourg, France, which are set around a communal garden.
Located in the area between the Saint-Urban cemetery and the Parc de l'Etoile, the buildings are each different colours, ranging from dark, greyish blue to pale pistachio green and bubblegum pink.
The development sits on an urban island
Nolistra sits on an "urban island" that is hemmed in by two roads, in-between Strasbourg's historical district and a 1960s expansion of the borough.
In order to create an identity for the development, which has housing units as well as commercial space, a hotel and offices, the studio looked to the surroundings colourful buildings.
"From the beginning of the project we were searching for a form and strategy that could express continuity and at the same time a strong identity in itself," Local Architecture Network (LAN) Architecture co-founder Umberto Napolitano told Dezeen.
Its pastel-colour facades blend into the neighbourhood. Photo is by Lorenzo Zandri
"We tried to use what the city already offered us, and Strasbourg is a city that is extremely defined by the colours," Napolitano explained.
"The idea was to use colour as a tool that could express continuity with the elements that were already there – on one side there is a pink building which was one of the first we had to relate to, and there is this very small architecture of the cemetery which is blue, then there is a square made of [red] Bordeaux stone," he said.
"So little by little the neighbourhood started to inform the project."
All eight blocks have different colours. Photo is by Lorenzo Zandri
The residential part of the development comprises 178 apartments spread over six of the buildings, including a dark-blue 18-storey tower.
Another building will hold a hotel and the last block will house office spaces.
All the blocks are united with a repetitive facade design that features symmetrical set-back windows grouped in sets of four.
The development has six housing blocks as well as a hotel and an office building. Photo is by Lorenzo Zandri
"If you go in the historical centre, what the succession of different areas of urbanisation have in common is a strong variety of colour and a kind of light motif of the windows," Napolitano said.
"The windows express a level of abstraction, so when you see the addition of all these windows it becomes a texture, in a sense, but when you go close you see the details, the shadow and light."
A communal garden at its foot has been planted with flowers found in the area. Photo is by Lorenzo Zandri
The Nolistra city block sits around a communal garden and the buildings also feature roof terraces. The studio chose to use plants that were suitable for the area and could be found in the cemetery on one side of the development and the park on the other.
"The garden has evolved a lot," Napolitano explained.
"In the beginning it was something more domestic but it has evolved, step by step, into something that in five years will be extremely wild," he added.
"It was interesting because it's not always easy to convince someone in a project that's mainly housing to have a garden that you can't completely control."
Loggias create a sense of openness in the apartments
Nolistra, which the studio called "a first architectural response to the public health crisis we've been experiencing since March 2020," was designed to have open interiors with ample natural light.
The apartments all have loggias, or winter gardens, which can be used as extra rooms in the summer.
"Each flat has one more room that you can keep as an exterior space or decide to close," Napolitano said. "The windows are already there – now it has been delivered as an external loggia that you can close in the winter."
Roads surround the development
The studio also focused on creating a dense development that would have a sense of community, but not create the feeling that people are living on top of each other.
"The colour is the element is that overrides everything, but there has been a lot of effort made on flexibility and how to generate a very dense district," Napolitano said.
"Using density for equality, such as sharing of resources and sense of community, without having this failed density where people are too close to one another and have too much in common."
Multiple windows create a grid-pattern on the facades
The housing part of the development comprises free, assisted or intermediate ownership, as well as social housing.
"It's an even more interesting project because of the problem of social housing – how do you create community without exclusion?" Napolitano said. "This project has a mixed population and a mix of uses."
Photography is by Charly Broyez unless otherwise stated.
LAN Architecture has previously created a French town hall with a perforated metal skin and a weathering-steel clad prison with a pastel sports court.
The post LAN Architecture designs pastel-coloured housing in Strasbourg appeared first on Dezeen.
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My Husband took me on quite a journey as well. All spiritual messages relayed by Jesse and his songs. (Jessie is not my Husband, just the messenger)
As I began to unravel more about our own personal love story and journey, I learned that we have encountered each other's soul throughout many times in history and future. My Husband has had his own dreams and bits of his awakening to confirm what I had been revealing through myself as true. This is one we share. I will keep it short and elaborate more later. I want to just archive at the moment.
I recall having a dream where I was a Jewish girl about 17 years of age running for safety with about 5 children around me. We run into a golden field. I felt intently we were running away from Nazi Germany. And as we are trying to hide, I see a stone cottage in the middle of it. It appeared as though it was a mini grocery and restaurant at the same time. And as we entered it, I happened to notice a long dining table with high ranking German officers dining at it. I was taken by surprise as I noticed one officer catch sight of us as I quickly tried to hide the children away from their view. But I was too late, or at least I thought, as I notice the officer that takes notice is a familiar to me subconsciously. My now Husband in uniform! It was the strongest and strangest feeling to have awareness of now and then at the same time. I thought surely he would give us away as soon as our eyes met. But never did he say a word or make a fuss to alert. He just silently looked our way but in such a way not to make it too obvious. The children and I quickly made our way past the grocery area to the end of the hallway. And we then see the peaceful field again to rest and catch our breath. I could no longer see the officers table in sight or my Husband. When I awoke, I immediately came into deep awareness that when my Husband's and I's eyes met in that lifetime, our souls began to communicate a new world into existence. The very present life we are living at the moment. I have always experienced high levels of awareness that would probably intimidate the average Joe. Lol.. But not my Husband, he has been patient, loving, understanding and intrigued even. So the very part of the song where he begs me to take him on a journey as he can handle anything is quite true. But his very act of mercy also helped breathe new life into our being.
And as I listen to this song. I know my Husband is spiritually talking about that magical moment we fell in love at a distance. Me grateful for his act of mercy and he ready to leave the elite world of chaos and unfulfillment. Ironically while my twinflame joined the elite to reveal another side to he, my Husband left it to spiritually find growth away from comfort and excesses. I don't want to judge my twinflame harshly and respect people for pursuing their own paths of self discovery. But still I see it all as clear as day. The bottom line. My soulmate protected me when I needed him most even when we were enemies on opposite ends of our life spectrum. For me, this is what a true soulmate is. They see and feel beyond feelings. They act on the very impulses of true love and God's light. A twinflame may offer much emotional depth to soul connection. But more often than not, there are still very many imbalances. I almost see them as a little too close for comfort. Boundaries often become crossed and disrespected as a result of impulses in wanting to unload onto one another. Burdensome to the other. But still both are necessary to understand our souls better throughout our personal journey. But I'm my case, my twinflame was no longer able to offer me any positive soul challenges. And while I tried to offer him some of my own, he doesn't seem to be ready. I can't peg all twinflames and soulmates with my experience but I've encountered many who experience similar challenges as mine during their journey. And you? What is your story? I bet it's even more amazing than you think. ;D
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yeollieinwonderland · a day ago
Since we're on the whole minor thing, I have a question. Do yall think a 2002 and 2005 should date? (I am not 2005, I am 2003 (february) but know younger people) and now I am wondering should they date or not? I kinda don't know what to think. He's super sweet and caring and it's only three years but yk again she's 16 and he is turning 19 so idk. (Age of consent(?) is 14 were I live (just for the record))
Pardon me I’m just now seeing this.. but uh.. mmm. I’m having mixed feelings.
I went into a bit of detail with my opinions on this below the cut. I didn’t wanna cut off anything, but it’s a lot and I don’t wanna trigger those that are tryna move on from the situation. SO, feel free to read on. Also if anyone wants to add on or correct me on something, you may. 
Also sorry if nothing makes a lot of sense; my mental sucks so I tried my best.
I personally am not comfortable with that, but that’s happening where you are I’m assuming so I can’t exactly speak on that specific situation. At that point, I see it as almost like a “if I like you, I like you” type of situation and/or age doesn’t matter. Don’t wanna say it could be based on preferences, but that’s exactly what I’m about to say in the end (when adhering to the law obviously).
I do agree though, not too big of an age gap there. And even where I live, 16 is the age of consent so that’s kinda normal in my area too. However... if it were me, I would still want my partner to at least be 18.. 20 really (because I’m currently 22 going on 23, and 20 is just a personal preference).
If we’re looking at the age of 18 being the set and stone consensual age, that pairing would still be kind of alarming even with such a small age gap—just because one’s a legal and the other is still a minor. And again, this is just me personally, but here’s why I find it concerning:
They’re in two different worlds. In most cases, you’re in college by 17, 18, or 19.. so with an ‘02 liner and ‘05 liner, you have a college student dating a high schooler (in the US at least). Different environments, different freedoms, different mindsets, etc. Not saying it wouldn’t work out but there will be a few obstacles with that. You can’t always expect a high schooler to have the same freedom, experiences, access to things and/or thought processes as a college student, y’know?
The main reason that this is all a big deal, and what most of us nsfw creators have been trying to get others to understand is... legals interacting sexually with minors in any way could literally go to jail and/or be fined. It’s an actual crime. Yes, even online if a minor reaches out to a creator in terms of mature fanart, fics, and so on to talk more into detail about it, it’s illegal. Off topic but to make an example: We can’t stop minors from consuming our nsfw content, but some legals don’t wanna risk the possibility of being charged as a pedophile (hell yeah, I was reading/writing smut fics and watching porn before I turned 18, but I never interacted with legals or posted about it until I was over 18 myself). So, some may ask that minors don’t interact with their mature content, or not to interact with them at all to be safer. We know minors see it, not trying to tell them to stop because we know they will anyway. We just ask them not to interact with it (like, reblog, comment, etc). Why? It’ll expose other potential minors to it. There may be minors that are uncomfortable with mature topics, so then it’s REALLY bad. There may also be legals that are uncomfortable seeing their mutuals that ARE minors talk about mature topics, ‘cause then they’ll feel obligated to talk about it with them when they don’t want to or shouldn’t at all. Or its just weird and gross to them (nothing personal towards the individual in question). Sexual discussions between a legal and a minor (even if there’s a one to two year age difference or depending on your area’s laws in regards), is a big, legal no no.
Referring back to the previous point, I’m not saying that every relationship will involve sex, BUT in most cases it will and that’s what people usually assume is happening with every relationship: the partners are having sex. Why is that bad? A legal can have a certain discussion with a minor and manipulate them into doing something. To put it in simple terms: if you’re a minor, you can’t possibly give consent because you’re seen as a child. Children don’t know any better and will pretty much do what any trusted adult(s) tells them to—especially if it’s a “do this or else”. Blackmail or punishment, if you will. If a legal tells a minor to send pics, they’ll do it (and boom, possession of child porn). If they tell a minor to have sex with them, what do you think is gonna happen? Will it always be that easy? No, but it’s not impossible and that’s how it’s usually perceived—children are easier to control and will do as they’re told with little to no question.
Sometimes, a minor may have to grow up sooner/quicker when dating someone much older, or just someone that’s of legal consenting age. Not all the time is that a good thing. For instance: just because the legal is older doesn’t mean they’re more mature and can take care of the minor if needed. The minor may have to take on a nurturing role in the relationship for whatever reason, and I’m not talking about kinks. Psychologically, that can put more strain on the minor than what some people are willing to go into detail about. Also.. not to be funny, but who wants to literally take care of and support their partner as if they’re their actual offspring every day?
Grooming... we all know what it means to be groomed so I shouldn’t have to explain (but I will if needed). I can personally admit that I was a victim of grooming, so I can talk from experience. No, it’s not a good thing. And no, it’s not fun or cool.
Regardless of a state, province, or country’s age of consent, usually 18 is the minimum age to legally do most adult related things (purchase tobacco products, watch or produce/distribute pornography, etc). So, most people like me rather go by that age than their area’s actual age of consent. You can look at that as a preference thing, but it can still also be a legal thing. And for those ‘mature’ minors in the back: JUST BECAUSE YOU SAY YOU’RE MATURE DOESN’T ERASE THE FACT THAT YOU’RE UNDERAGED SO STOP SAYING THAT! That’s not a valid excuse to talk to a legal.
With all of that in mind, lets take some idols for example, just because I had this discussion with a friend not too long ago. 
Intak from P1Harmony is an ‘03 liner like you, so internationally, he’s 17 going on 18 in August. There was a whole issue earlier this year about fans sexualizing him (because of a post he made and fans assumed he made a sexual joke). Some argued that it wasn’t bad because of where they were from (age of consent was younger than 18 for them) but he was also nearing that point anyway. Others argued that regardless, he was still under 18 so he’s still a minor until his birthday passes. I understand both sides of the argument, but he IS a minor by majority standards (basically what I explained in my 6th point). Personally (emphasis on that word), even when he does turn 18, I’m not completely down with viewing or thinking of him in a sexual way because that’s just part of my preference. Plus, if he or any other idol 17 or younger were to send someone a nude photo of themselves right this moment, that person would then be in possession of child pornography either way. And it’s illegal. In my area yeah, age of consent is 16, but if you so happen to have nudes from someone or are caught sexually interacting with someone under the age of 18, you’re automatically getting locked up. There’s a reason why my system is like that (arranged dating/marriage reasons and actual punishments), and its the same for some other places where the age of consent isn’t 18, or it’s more set and stone, but I’m not getting into all that ‘cause that’s not the point. Maybe with that in mind, your friends’ relationship isn’t bad at all. But still, only one is over 18 so eh... Still not 100% comfy, but it’s really not my business at the end of it lol.
Let’s have another example, which kinda explains my own opinion more: Tomorrow X Together’s Taehyun and Huening Kai. Tae is 19 while Kai is 18 going on 19 in August. Both of them are now legal, but you won’t see me writing smut for them until they’re 20, and even then I may not! Also, Taehyun is literally the exact same age as my baby sister (they were both born on February 5, 2002), so in my mind it’s like... I would never think that way of my sister’s friends so there’s no way I’d look at the boys (Tae and Kai) that way either. Why? NOW it’s a preference because they’re at least 18. Hypothetically speaking, I wouldn’t be all that comfortable if one of them showed romantic/sexual interest in me. However, it wouldn’t be illegal if I thought otherwise. Some people are still not okay with sexualizing the two, and that’s fine. But other than that, those that looked at them sexually BEFORE they turned 18, I’m concerned for because why would you look at them that way and they weren’t even old enough to be in a porno at the time? Taking Enhypen’s current ages, wouldn’t you be a bit concerned if someone that’s Heeseung’s age (19-20) is dating someone that’s Niki’s age (15-16)? Wouldn’t you be concerned if a 20-year-old is trying to pursue a 15- or 16-year-old? Or a 17-year-old coming onto a 21-year-old and admitting their sexual desires to them? I would be. It’s more than the age gap and the actual ages here, and it’s not the same as a 22-year-old with an 18-year-old.
Let’s even look at my own parents! They’re 11 years apart! If you really think about it, my mom was in the 2nd or 3rd grade when my dad was getting out of high school. That’s alarming, right? But here’s the kicker: they met and started dating in the military. My mom was 22 and my dad was 33 at the time. See where I’m getting at? Yeah, an age gap can be as big or as little as they get, but at the end of it, the big questions are: Are they BOTH of legal age? Is their relationship legal in their area?
That was a lot to take it for your one question, so I do apologize. I also apologize if I seemed aggressive with it, but I hope that kind of helped with understanding my views and MAYBE a few others’. To answer it once and for all: In your area as well as mine, I don’t see you’re friends’ relationship as a bad thing nor is it illegal in where we’re both from. Really, it all depends on where one lives and what they believe (and if sex is involved, let’s be real here). But if it were me in that relationship, I would not be comfortable with my partner being under 18; even with my area’s law and if I were 19 and they were 17. 17 going on 18 would be a stretch. 
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architectnews · a day ago
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LAN Architecture designs pastel-coloured housing in Strasbourg
Paris studio LAN Architecture has created a collection of ice cream-coloured buildings called Nolistra in Strasbourg, France, which are set around a communal garden.
Located in the area between the Saint-Urban cemetery and the Parc de l'Etoile, the buildings are each different colours, ranging from dark, greyish blue to pale pistachio green and bubblegum pink.
The development sits on an urban island
Nolistra sits on an "urban island" that is hemmed in by two roads, in-between Strasbourg's historical district and a 1960s expansion of the borough.
In order to create an identity for the development, which has housing units as well as commercial space, a hotel and offices, the studio looked to the surroundings colourful buildings.
"From the beginning of the project we were searching for a form and strategy that could express continuity and at the same time a strong identity in itself," Local Architecture Network (LAN) Architecture co-founder Umberto Napolitano told Dezeen.
Its pastel-colour facades blend into the neighbourhood. Photo is by Lorenzo Zandri
"We tried to use what the city already offered us, and Strasbourg is a city that is extremely defined by the colours," Napolitano explained.
"The idea was to use colour as a tool that could express continuity with the elements that were already there – on one side there is a pink building which was one of the first we had to relate to, and there is this very small architecture of the cemetery which is blue, then there is a square made of [red] Bordeaux stone," he said.
"So little by little the neighbourhood started to inform the project."
All eight blocks have different colours. Photo is by Lorenzo Zandri
The residential part of the development comprises 178 apartments spread over six of the buildings, including a dark-blue 18-storey tower.
Another building will hold a hotel and the last block will house office spaces.
All the blocks are united with a repetitive facade design that features symmetrical set-back windows grouped in sets of four.
The development has six housing blocks as well as a hotel and an office building. Photo is by Lorenzo Zandri
"If you go in the historical centre, what the succession of different areas of urbanisation have in common is a strong variety of colour and a kind of light motif of the windows," Napolitano said.
"The windows express a level of abstraction, so when you see the addition of all these windows it becomes a texture, in a sense, but when you go close you see the details, the shadow and light."
A communal garden at its foot has been planted with flowers found in the area. Photo is by Lorenzo Zandri
The Nolistra city block sits around a communal garden and the buildings also feature roof terraces. The studio chose to use plants that were suitable for the area and could be found in the cemetery on one side of the development and the park on the other.
"The garden has evolved a lot," Napolitano explained.
"In the beginning it was something more domestic but it has evolved, step by step, into something that in five years will be extremely wild," he added.
"It was interesting because it's not always easy to convince someone in a project that's mainly housing to have a garden that you can't completely control."
Loggias create a sense of openness in the apartments
Nolistra, which the studio called "a first architectural response to the public health crisis we've been experiencing since March 2020," was designed to have open interiors with ample natural light.
The apartments all have loggias, or winter gardens, which can be used as extra rooms in the summer.
"Each flat has one more room that you can keep as an exterior space or decide to close," Napolitano said. "The windows are already there – now it has been delivered as an external loggia that you can close in the winter."
Roads surround the development
The studio also focused on creating a dense development that would have a sense of community, but not create the feeling that people are living on top of each other.
"The colour is the element is that overrides everything, but there has been a lot of effort made on flexibility and how to generate a very dense district," Napolitano said.
"Using density for equality, such as sharing of resources and sense of community, without having this failed density where people are too close to one another and have too much in common."
Multiple windows create a grid-pattern on the facades
The housing part of the development comprises free, assisted or intermediate ownership, as well as social housing.
"It's an even more interesting project because of the problem of social housing – how do you create community without exclusion?" Napolitano said. "This project has a mixed population and a mix of uses."
Photography is by Charly Broyez unless otherwise stated.
LAN Architecture has previously created a French town hall with a perforated metal skin and a weathering-steel clad prison with a pastel sports court.
The post LAN Architecture designs pastel-coloured housing in Strasbourg appeared first on Dezeen.
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architectnews · a day ago
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LAN Architecture designs pastel-coloured housing in Strasbourg
Paris studio LAN Architecture has created a collection of ice cream-coloured buildings called Nolistra in Strasbourg, France, which are set around a communal garden.
Located in the area between the Saint-Urban cemetery and the Parc de l'Etoile, the buildings are each different colours, ranging from dark, greyish blue to pale pistachio green and bubblegum pink.
The development sits on an urban island
Nolistra sits on an "urban island" that is hemmed in by two roads, in-between Strasbourg's historical district and a 1960s expansion of the borough.
In order to create an identity for the development, which has housing units as well as commercial space, a hotel and offices, the studio looked to the surroundings colourful buildings.
"From the beginning of the project we were searching for a form and strategy that could express continuity and at the same time a strong identity in itself," Local Architecture Network (LAN) Architecture co-founder Umberto Napolitano told Dezeen.
Its pastel-colour facades blend into the neighbourhood. Photo is by Lorenzo Zandri
"We tried to use what the city already offered us, and Strasbourg is a city that is extremely defined by the colours," Napolitano explained.
"The idea was to use colour as a tool that could express continuity with the elements that were already there – on one side there is a pink building which was one of the first we had to relate to, and there is this very small architecture of the cemetery which is blue, then there is a square made of [red] Bordeaux stone," he said.
"So little by little the neighbourhood started to inform the project."
All eight blocks have different colours. Photo is by Lorenzo Zandri
The residential part of the development comprises 178 apartments spread over six of the buildings, including a dark-blue 18-storey tower.
Another building will hold a hotel and the last block will house office spaces.
All the blocks are united with a repetitive facade design that features symmetrical set-back windows grouped in sets of four.
The development has six housing blocks as well as a hotel and an office building. Photo is by Lorenzo Zandri
"If you go in the historical centre, what the succession of different areas of urbanisation have in common is a strong variety of colour and a kind of light motif of the windows," Napolitano said.
"The windows express a level of abstraction, so when you see the addition of all these windows it becomes a texture, in a sense, but when you go close you see the details, the shadow and light."
A communal garden at its foot has been planted with flowers found in the area. Photo is by Lorenzo Zandri
The Nolistra city block sits around a communal garden and the buildings also feature roof terraces. The studio chose to use plants that were suitable for the area and could be found in the cemetery on one side of the development and the park on the other.
"The garden has evolved a lot," Napolitano explained.
"In the beginning it was something more domestic but it has evolved, step by step, into something that in five years will be extremely wild," he added.
"It was interesting because it's not always easy to convince someone in a project that's mainly housing to have a garden that you can't completely control."
Loggias create a sense of openness in the apartments
Nolistra, which the studio called "a first architectural response to the public health crisis we've been experiencing since March 2020," was designed to have open interiors with ample natural light.
The apartments all have loggias, or winter gardens, which can be used as extra rooms in the summer.
"Each flat has one more room that you can keep as an exterior space or decide to close," Napolitano said. "The windows are already there – now it has been delivered as an external loggia that you can close in the winter."
Roads surround the development
The studio also focused on creating a dense development that would have a sense of community, but not create the feeling that people are living on top of each other.
"The colour is the element is that overrides everything, but there has been a lot of effort made on flexibility and how to generate a very dense district," Napolitano said.
"Using density for equality, such as sharing of resources and sense of community, without having this failed density where people are too close to one another and have too much in common."
Multiple windows create a grid-pattern on the facades
The housing part of the development comprises free, assisted or intermediate ownership, as well as social housing.
"It's an even more interesting project because of the problem of social housing – how do you create community without exclusion?" Napolitano said. "This project has a mixed population and a mix of uses."
Photography is by Charly Broyez unless otherwise stated.
LAN Architecture has previously created a French town hall with a perforated metal skin and a weathering-steel clad prison with a pastel sports court.
The post LAN Architecture designs pastel-coloured housing in Strasbourg appeared first on Dezeen.
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architectnews · 2 days ago
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LAN Architecture designs pastel-coloured housing in Strasbourg
Paris studio LAN Architecture has created a collection of ice cream-coloured buildings called Nolistra in Strasbourg, France, which are set around a communal garden.
Located in the area between the Saint-Urban cemetery and the Parc de l'Etoile, the buildings are each different colours, ranging from dark, greyish blue to pale pistachio green and bubblegum pink.
The development sits on an urban island
Nolistra sits on an "urban island" that is hemmed in by two roads, in-between Strasbourg's historical district and a 1960s expansion of the borough.
In order to create an identity for the development, which has housing units as well as commercial space, a hotel and offices, the studio looked to the surroundings colourful buildings.
"From the beginning of the project we were searching for a form and strategy that could express continuity and at the same time a strong identity in itself," Local Architecture Network (LAN) Architecture co-founder Umberto Napolitano told Dezeen.
Its pastel-colour facades blend into the neighbourhood. Photo is by Lorenzo Zandri
"We tried to use what the city already offered us, and Strasbourg is a city that is extremely defined by the colours," Napolitano explained.
"The idea was to use colour as a tool that could express continuity with the elements that were already there – on one side there is a pink building which was one of the first we had to relate to, and there is this very small architecture of the cemetery which is blue, then there is a square made of [red] Bordeaux stone," he said.
"So little by little the neighbourhood started to inform the project."
All eight blocks have different colours. Photo is by Lorenzo Zandri
The residential part of the development comprises 178 apartments spread over six of the buildings, including a dark-blue 18-storey tower.
Another building will hold a hotel and the last block will house office spaces.
All the blocks are united with a repetitive facade design that features symmetrical set-back windows grouped in sets of four.
The development has six housing blocks as well as a hotel and an office building. Photo is by Lorenzo Zandri
"If you go in the historical centre, what the succession of different areas of urbanisation have in common is a strong variety of colour and a kind of light motif of the windows," Napolitano said.
"The windows express a level of abstraction, so when you see the addition of all these windows it becomes a texture, in a sense, but when you go close you see the details, the shadow and light."
A communal garden at its foot has been planted with flowers found in the area. Photo is by Lorenzo Zandri
The Nolistra city block sits around a communal garden and the buildings also feature roof terraces. The studio chose to use plants that were suitable for the area and could be found in the cemetery on one side of the development and the park on the other.
"The garden has evolved a lot," Napolitano explained.
"In the beginning it was something more domestic but it has evolved, step by step, into something that in five years will be extremely wild," he added.
"It was interesting because it's not always easy to convince someone in a project that's mainly housing to have a garden that you can't completely control."
Loggias create a sense of openness in the apartments
Nolistra, which the studio called "a first architectural response to the public health crisis we've been experiencing since March 2020," was designed to have open interiors with ample natural light.
The apartments all have loggias, or winter gardens, which can be used as extra rooms in the summer.
"Each flat has one more room that you can keep as an exterior space or decide to close," Napolitano said. "The windows are already there – now it has been delivered as an external loggia that you can close in the winter."
Roads surround the development
The studio also focused on creating a dense development that would have a sense of community, but not create the feeling that people are living on top of each other.
"The colour is the element is that overrides everything, but there has been a lot of effort made on flexibility and how to generate a very dense district," Napolitano said.
"Using density for equality, such as sharing of resources and sense of community, without having this failed density where people are too close to one another and have too much in common."
Multiple windows create a grid-pattern on the facades
The housing part of the development comprises free, assisted or intermediate ownership, as well as social housing.
"It's an even more interesting project because of the problem of social housing – how do you create community without exclusion?" Napolitano said. "This project has a mixed population and a mix of uses."
Photography is by Charly Broyez unless otherwise stated.
LAN Architecture has previously created a French town hall with a perforated metal skin and a weathering-steel clad prison with a pastel sports court.
The post LAN Architecture designs pastel-coloured housing in Strasbourg appeared first on Dezeen.
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21 and 27 for the prompts with anyone
prompt: "when did things fall apart" and “Is the weight of it all finally too heavy?”
characters: Wilbur, Tommy, and Dream during the Pogtopia arc
warnings: swearing
word count: 439
a/n: not my best writing but I had no other ideas, sorry anon
It was another day in the cold ravine, Tommy was tired. Every step he took felt like a cold breeze from the arctic was blowing through his hair and body. He was pale, dark bags lined his lower eyes and his clothing was torn and more than half of his shirt was soot and dirt. Speaking of soot, "Tommy! I was looking for you! I met with Dream!"
Ah.
Dream.
Tommy tried blocking it out, but when he felt his cold shoulder touched by an even colder hand he tenses. "Tommy." He forces himself to face the man, an insane look in his eyes and a taunting smirk. "Fuck off man!" jerking his shoulder to get Wilbur's hand off Tommy takes a step back. It momentarily worked, Wilbur's arm was limp by his side. "Come on Toms! Aren't you sick of being cooped up in this ravine?" He asks exasperated, wildly gesturing to the cold stone walls. His trench coat whipped with his movements, equally as erratic.
Tommy tries leaving, shoving past Wilbur to the staircase. He, unfortunately, followed up, ranting about his meetings and plans about their his country.
"Tommy" Wilbur groaned once they reached the top, it was clear the younger wasn't having any of it, preoccupying himself by digging out of the enclosed area only to be met with the tormenting smiley face mask that gnawed at him.
Tommy only looked back to see the excited look on Wilbur's face.
Like a dog to his master.
"When did things fall apart" he muttered to himself under his breathe, Dream must have taken offense to that because of his sudden defensive tone, "Tommy I can take back you're home. I never liked Schlatt! I can help you, Tommy!" Netherite armor gleamed in the moonlight, crossbow loaded and tight in the grip of its owner. "You said it yourself! everything is falling apart! so let me help you." he outstretched his gloved hands to Tommys.
"Hey, Wilbur? Is the weight of it all finally too heavy?"
"Tommy-"
"NO, TELL ME! HAS IT- has it really gotten that bad?" his voice began to crack, he lowered his head and left without giving Wilbur any time to process what had happened and the damage done, and Dream intended to keep it that way. He put a hand on his shoulder, "Don't worry about him, he'll come around." Dream quickly changes the subject Wilbur didn't spare another thought toward his brother ally.
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