Mostly Star Wars.
Some of my earliest memories are of science fiction. Not of prose fiction, or of film, but of the cultural and industrial semiotics of the American nineteen-fifties: the interplanetarily themed chrome trim on my father’s Oldsmobile Rocket 88; the sturdy injection-molded styrene spacemen on the counter at Woolworth’s (their mode of manufacture more predictive than their subject, as it turned out); the gloriously baroque Atomic Disintegrator cap pistol (Etsy currently has one on offer, in “decent vintage” condition, for two hundred and fifty dollars); Chesley Bonestell’s moodily thrilling illustrations for Willy Ley’s book “The Conquest of Space.
— William Gibson on Seeing the Future in Science Fiction : The New Yorker (via thisistheverge)
(via thisistheverge)
We’ve been scorching your eyeballs with crazy-colorful posts for a week now…and finally, finally, our episode on colors is DONE! Go ahead and listen, you know you want to: here it is.
Manueluv and I are convinced Agent K is Coulson’s father. Hell, MIB is even owned by Marvel.
Movies by Shirt by Nicola Bolfelli
Can you pick a movie out just by the pixelated threads of the main character? Try your luck over at Nicola’s tumblr: moviesbyshirt
Artist: behance (via: apocalypsepow)
