Designer Spotlight: Inga Sempe

G'day everyone!  How 'bout ya'll raise your hands if you remember that monster Olympic-sized post I wrote on Tuesday?  Remember how it was the longest blog post ever in the history of mankind?  So, keeping that in mind, how do you feel about a slightly significantly shorter post today?  No go?  Hmmmm... what if I promise lots of pretty pictures?  Deal?  Deal.  Let's go. I have come to learn something recently which will undoubtedly shake you all to your core:  Ligne Roset carries several pieces of furniture.  True!  I know we all love to swoon over the Togo (I'm looking at you, Raina) but believe it or not, they actually have a very extensive line of lovely pieces.  And behind every line of great furniture stands a great designer.  Ok, they have several designers they work with but today we're focusing on one: Inga Sempe.

Ligne Roset unveiled it's newest piece, the Ruche, by designer Igna Sempe this week at the imm cologne

A simple, upholstered quilt is draped over a basic frame to create the newest piece.  And, since we're channeling Raina today, I will ask your thoughts please.

The Ruche is not Sempe's first piece for Ligne Roset, she has designed several including the Moel sofa and chair (shown above) as well as the Lampyre, the Long Pot, and Lunatique: a telescoping table.

Sempe's portfolio also contains this gem, designed for quirky Italian furniture makers, Edra

Edra let Sempe get away with these shelves as well, which, btw, I find delightful.

One of my favorite pieces by Sempe is this pleated hanging lamp for Cappelinni.  Designed in 2003 and still stunning as can be 7 years later.

I'm also enchanted with her high pleated lamp, also for Cappellini

And you know what, dudes?  That's all I've got for today.

10 Things That Make Me Happy

I've been tagged by lovely Sherri of The Claw to play a little game, and hooray! lucky for everyone reading this, I love games. I'm supposed to list 10 things that make me happy, and the hardest part was whittling down a universe of goodness into an earth sized post. Let's get this party started, right? Quickly! #1. SLEEP

amazing bedroom

Rees Roberts

Having a baby means never sleeping again. Ever. Just thinking about cozying up in that bed and snoozing for eight straight hours makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. And don't think I'm so sleep deprived that my glazy eyes missed that rock wall. After I wake from my beauty sleep, I plan to strap on a harness and scale that puppy... or maybe just sleep some more.

#2. FRANCIS BACON'S ART STUDIO

FRANCIS BACON

Francis Bacon

Artists with clean work spaces are like studio gangstas. You gotta make a mess to get shit done, yo... or at least that's what I tell myself when my house looks like this. Obviously, I am getting A LOT of shit done.

#3. FANTASY LITTLE CABIN IN THE WOODS

cabin

OWI

Ok, so maybe it's a not so little cabin, but let's face it -- asceticism was never my strong suit. I need polished floors and mod furnishings to make my stay in the wild worthwhile. Oh, and big fat windows from which I can view The Hunny doing his hot lumberjack routine outside (while I rest comfortably indoors, sipping a cocktail, thank you very much).

#4. TRAVEL

prague

I took this picture about four years ago, and the cathedrals of Prague still set my flying buttresses atingle whenever I look at them. Someday we'll go somewhere again. Someday.

#5. LIGHTING

ARCHITECTURAL DIGEST

If the Lampshade Fits

I could probably open up a lighting store with just my leftover lamps and chandeliers. I can't walk into a thrift store without buying something electric, and lately I've been taking my light lust to Ebay in the hopes of snagging something as magical as this chandelier. Oh, and I'll also take the sideboard, the chairs, and the MARBLE wall. I'm passing on the dining table, because I don't want anyone to think I buy my furniture at Office Depot.

#6. PIERRE CARDIN

pierre cardin

Pierre Cardin

Did someone say Ebay? Well, I am currently OBSESSED with Pierre Cardin anything -- clothes, jewelry, and most importantly, furniture. The hot credenza in this pic is currently up along with an entire bedroom set in mint condition. If you have a ton of cash, let me try to talk you into buying it... you know it would look amazing in your house.

#7. BARGAINS

erin williamson

Hell yes, you know I love me some bargains! My house would be a barren wasteland without the bountiful trifecta of Craigslist, Ebay and thrift stores. That goes for the hoop chairs, Brian the golden deer, the marble and teak coffee table, the teak plantstand, the couch, etc. But not the rug. I can't do a recycled rug. Gross.

#8. BIG CRAZY ART

marilyn minter

OWI

I have a thing for big stuff. That sounds dirty, and maybe it is. After all, is it properly chaste to find my pulse racing at the sight of this colossal Marilyn Minter painting? I think not.

#9. SILVER AND GOLD

silver and gold togos

Richard Powers

And what's even better than silver and gold? Silver and gold TOGO COUCHES. Raina is probably having a heart attack right now. Sorry, babe!

#10. SWEET BABY IKE

ike roy

You suckas didn't think you were going to make it through this post without seeing a picture of Ike, did you? This one was taken on Christmas Eve in Hawaii, when we were out visiting my family. He's pretty cute, so I think we're going to keep him -- at least until puberty attacks.

That's it for the things that make me happy. Ok, there are a zillion more, but I ain't got time for all that. If one of you dudes want to play the game, let me know in the comments and I'll hook you up with a shoutout.

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Well hootie hoo, guess what? I'm twisting Alison of Lipstick On Your Teeth's rubber arm and forcing her to play along. Go get 'em, tiger!

Olympic-Sized Post

If any of you have peeked an eye into the real world lately then you know that the 2010 Winter Olympic Games are upon us.  While winter athletics are the only sport I personally like to participate in, the thought of watching this season's games isn't really getting me all fired up.  My lack of muster is 3 fold: 1.  No Michael Phelps, or any hot swimmer ass for that matter.  I'm sure that Johnny Spillane is cute as a button but until he races down the slopes in some swim trunks I'm really not interested.  Reason #2: No time, dude.  As you can see I have Olympic-sized blog posts to write which leaves me with very little Olympic-sized time to watch tv.  Reason #3, and the reason for my post today:  Crappy graphics.  Sure, my HDTV delivers a fine picture, but who cares when the logos, posters and typefaces are so darn bad? Today's gigantor post (the proof is in the pudding, ya'll) is dedicated to the evolution of Olympic graphics, the good, the bad and the just plain not worth watching at all.

In the first quarter of the 20th century most Olympic posters looked like this.  Before the spark of industrialism, they were fancy, flowery and not really appropriate for mass reproduction.  Since the Bauhaus and all those funky Dadaists hadn't spiffed things up yet, I give them a free pass and say "ok, fine."

Same goes with the logos.  Ok, in 1932 they should have known a little better, but, hey, it takes a while for the WHOLE WORLD to get all progressive and junk. Again, I assign a "sure whatever" to these designs.

In 1956 things got a little shaken up down under.  The Melbourne poster is leading the way for some pretty sexy Olympic graphics but that junky logo is dragging them down, man.

In 1964 the Japanese came in and put the kibosh on the crappyness.  Cutting out the clutter altogether, the Tokyo Olympic games stuck to clean lines for their logo and highlighted their advanced printing techniques in their poster.

While the Tokyo Olympic graphics were pretty swell, shit went down in 1968:

Designer Lance Wyman made way for a new era in Olympic logos by doing nothing short of balling up perfection and tossing it onto a piece of paper where it blossomed and flourished into the most perfect Olympic logo ever known in the history of mankind.  Finally, a visual worthy of the athletic giant it represented.  Rather than having a separate logo and poster design, Wyman expanded upon his (amazing! awesome!) design above, to create the official poster for the games:

I'm just going to give you all a minute to enjoy this.

From his progressive graphics came a well-spring of art around Mexico City:

Wyman didn't stop there, he also spiced up the doldrum pictograms that had been used to identify each sport in the games:

Like the logo, the visuals were reinvented throughout Olympic village:

Even the least sporty among us can't deny how rad these colorful images are.  Juxtaposed with the bold stripes of the logo, I would have attended these games even though my sweet baby Phelps hadn't even been born yet.

With the wind at his back, designer Otl Aicher was brought in to design the 1972 logo and graphics.  His designs for the games celebrated the rebirth of Germany vis-a-vis colorful posters (a wee too fussy but still stunning) and a fancy light at the end of the tunnel logo.  Do I like it as much as Wyman's?  Um, no.  But do I still think it's pretty awesome and that the Olympic officials are moving in the right direction?  Yes, yes, and yes.

Things stay cool for the '76 Montreal Games.  Look!  Abstract Expressionism!  I can get behind this.  I can even get behind this:

Sure, it looks a bit like a logo that could slide across the screen before a PBS educational doc, but I like PBS, I like beta graphics and I like what's happening here.

In 1980 Moscow doesn't let the Cold War (or 60 boycotting countries) put a damper on their logo. In fact, they hype the hell out of their games with an unprecedented number of official Olympics posters

These graphics are starting to get a little cluttered, but I can really get behind any city that decides to put a good luck teddy bear on their official poster.  Also, that rocket ship poster sets my space-race heart a flutter.

Things start to go a little pear-shaped in the 88 games.  While that Journey-style poster makes me say "don't stop believin" that swirly logo says to me, "the wheel in the sky just might stop turnin"

By the time the Los Angeles games roll around in 1984, the clean lines and sexy graphics of '68 are a distant memory.  Here is a short list of where these snoozy, American-ized stars belong:  on a box of Wheaties;  the cover of a Bruce Springsteen album; or perhaps just team USA's jerseys, but never, ever ever should they represent the entire kitten-kaboodle.  Also, would anyone care to tell me what the hell is going on in that poster?  I think the background was lifted from the fabric on my childhood sofa.

It's pretty much down hill from here, with "contemporary" and "whimsical" design taking the place of anything smart, slick or sophisticated.

These are the biggest games in the world, what the fuck is happening?  Is there an underground room filled with ex-disney employees coloring new logos somewhere that I should know about?  If so, how does said room look?  Maybe we could write a blog post about it.

Here is what we have to look forward to this winter.  That inuit come hockey goalie on the left hardly seems worthy of walking in Wyman and Aicher's footsteps.  The pictograms on the right are ok, but I long for the days of simplified images, when 3 bold strokes instantly conveyed each sports motion.

In 2012 we get to digest this vomit-blob for the entire summer season, I'm not even sure that Phelps's speedos can make this bearable.  While I appreciate the divergence from the tonka-colored crapfest that's been taking place since 1992, the 2012 logo is just trying too hard.  Simplicity man, simplicity.

It should also be noted that the 2012 logo is the first ever to allow variation in color throughout it's use.  Translation:  official Olympic sponsors may now use the logo in their marketing materials in any color they like.  Let's prey to god that McDonald's is not a sponsor, I really don't want to look at this monstrosity in yellow and red.

The Russians shine a wee baby light at the end of the 2014 tunnel with the first decent logo in over 2 decades.

A location has not yet been selected for the 2016 games but, judging by the looks of things, it doesn't even matter.  Until they hold that Olympic torch under the design committee's ass and demand some suitable logo work I'm starting my own Olympic boycott.  Well, at least until Phelps is back.