A year or so ago, I was invited by the executives at the company where I worked to participate in a series of soul-searching business strategy meetings. At some point in the second or third session, I dropped a bomb. The core problem of interactive agencies, and indeed of the whole agency model, I argued, was that the work being produced was simply mediocre.
Archives: 2011
Octobre 2011: Paris l'étrangère
2012-07-11
Pendant toutes ces années, je la jaugeais familière, elle m'apparaissait aliénée.
2011: une retrospective en instants
2012-04-09
Instagram, Path, Twitter, Facebook, Flickr et j'en passe — j'étale autant que possible mon ombre numérique ailleurs, et la reconstruis ici, à mon gré, en mes termes. Et si je reprenais tous ces instants maintenant bien loin de leur contexte, et rembobinais leur histoire? Et si je réinventais cette année 2011? Secouer la boîte aux images, et les laisser raconter.
London, year one
2012-02-12
One year in this new city. A haphazard, grainy and already blurry retrospective of twelve months between a chuckle at the “mind the gap” sign on the platform of the train from Heathrow airport into the city, and a fleeting moment at a busy pedestrian crossing with a thought: isn't it amazing that I am living in my third world capital?
Bilbao, Mai 2011
2012-02-12
A truly beautiful city, unashamed of the clichés of mixing new (Gehry's Guggenheim) and old (the very 19th-century city plan and buildings). And possibly the only city in Spain where one would have trouble finding a place to eat on a saturday at 9 in the evening.”
San Francisco, Novembre 2011
2011-02-12
San Francisco, a few walks from the Mission and Castro to downtown. Where the grim never looms far from the jolly.
Le monde est plat, la pente est rude
2011-11-12
À quel âge peut-on conclure que toutes les villes sont à peu près les mêmes, et qu'il ne sert vraiment à rien de voyager? Toutes ces grandes villes ont leurs échoppes aux mêmes enseignes, les mêmes exotismes culinaires, et trop souvent la même couleur de peau sur leur misère. (Notes sur la globalisation, de San Francisco à Londres en passant par Paris)
No Cars Go
2011-11-04
A Web Artisan's Manifesto
2011-08-15
One day, perhaps, Web historians will be arguing vehemently about the term “web site” (circa end of 20th Century, origin unknown). I am afraid my site and its history – if any trace remains, will puzzle them a fair bit.
Perspective(s)
2011-08-10
Il y a dans notre jardin un papillon qui bat des ailes; C'est si beau, si fascinant que l'on en oublierait tous ces ouragans lointains.
Invoking Magic
2011-08-09
Innovation means testing a lot of ideas and methods, and unless you are obscenely lucky – failing a lot. The key is to learn, and fail (or succeed) fast. One thing I learned recently through an exercise in rapid, user-driven prototyping workshop: a little suspension of disbelief can help innovation go faster.
Survival of the fit-enough
2011-07-03
Having finally had a chance to unpack some of my books from the cardboarded existence I’ve had to impose on them in the past few months, I have had a chance to do a bit of reading, recently. One of the books I’m almost through is Christopher Alexander’s “Notes on the Synthesis of Form”. An early work of the theorist of architecture and father of “pattern languages” (I seem to recall it was his doctoral thesis), “Notes” is often touted as Maths-meet-Architecture, for its focus on graph theory, systems, subsystems and their dependencies.
Alexander's itch
2011-07-03
Notes on the London Urban Walkshop
2011-06-02
Last month, I was in the happy few attending the first London installment of the "Systems/Layers Walkshop" organised by Adam and Nurri of Do Projects.
Sometimes you hit the bar…
2011-04-24
He's hunched on the counter, coddling his drink, taking short sips between jokes, pouring his heart out. On the other side, the owner nods between orders and on occasion whips out a witty reply to his guest.
Twitter, archives and hacking
2011-03-06
On archiving, or deleting, old tweets
Museum Design / Urban Design
2011-03-04
First visit at the British Museum: an example of both the best and the worst of exhibition design.
Ai WeiWei's sunflower seeds at the Tate Modern
2011-01-16
It starts with smell. The smell of rain. The dry smell of rain, as the first drops hit the stone pavement. When you enter the immense hall of the tate modern, this smell the first thing that will hit you, followed shortly by the sound of ghosts raking the field of Ai Weiwei's sunflower seeds as monks would a zen garden full of small pebbles. Ten centimeters deep, and the surface of a couple basketball fields.
Hello London (Farewell Montreal)
2011-01-08
It's hard to fall in love when the heart's already taken. I was decided to give London a fair chance. Surely, the costly and exhausting move in the middle of winter, when my typical working day would hardly let me see the light of day and only let me see the new city through a veil of night and rain, surely all this would be handicap enough without me making it even harder.
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