Linda Liukas

The way I want technology to feel. 

Packaging for the boy who likes things simple. http://instagr.am/p/kek7H/

Magical clothes (and then some) for small girls from Lieschen Mueller. Too bad they all seem to be sold out in the store. 

First ballet class in 1.5 years! http://instagr.am/p/kddqB/

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“Jossain on varmasti huoleton maailma,
läpikuultava, lämmin ja yksinkertainen…
Puutarhan pensasaidan yli kumartuu poika,
puhuu tytölle kun ilta hämärtyy,
ja hellän keskustelun kuulevat vain mehiläiset.

Meidän elämämme täällä on juhlallista, hankalaa,
uuvuttavat kohtaamisemme kuin rituaaleja,
mieletön tuulenpuuska repii riekaleiksi
keskustelun joka tuskin pääsi alkuun -

mutta mihinkään maailmassa emme vaihtaisi
korskeaa graniittista kaupunkiamme,
sen kunniaa, kurjuutta, synkän puiston hämärää,
sen leveitten jokien säihkyvää jäätä
ja Muusan ääntä jonka korva vaivoin kuulee.”

23. kesäkuuta 1915 Slepnjovo

- Anna Ahmatova 

Blini time! http://instagr.am/p/i5oVQ/

Great meeting with #aaltoes girls & president of Aalto with the president of Aalto http://instagr.am/p/iRfL7/

Girls in #aaltoes http://instagr.am/p/iReYn/

Bye bye New York! http://instagr.am/p/h9hS7/

tokyohanna:

There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born there, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size, its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter—the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something. Of these trembling cities the greatest is the last—the city of final destination, the city that is a goal. It is this third city that accounts for New York’s high strung disposition, its poetical deportment, its dedication to the arts, and its incomparable achievements. Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness, natives give it solidity and continuity, but the settlers give it passion. And whether it is a farmer arriving from a small town in Mississippi to escape the indignity of being observed by her neighbors, or a boy arriving from the Corn Belt with a manuscript in his suitcase and a pain in his heart, it makes no difference: each embraces New York with the intense excitement of first love, each absorbs New York with the fresh yes of an adventurer, each generates heat and light to dwarf the Consolidated Edison Company. – EB White, 1949

Unattended Muji showdown. This can get expensive. http://instagr.am/p/hwy8W/

New Yorks best dumplings from Vanessa’s dumpling house (and best french people :) http://instagr.am/p/hUDGL/

There was nowhere to go but everywhere - Jack Kerouac http://instagr.am/p/hNh1q/

Sandwich #7: granny smith apple turkey brie and rasberry mustard http://instagr.am/p/hMYuh/

Driving in California is the best. http://instagr.am/p/g2JC_/

The morning I woke up and noticed the other shoelace is missing http://instagr.am/p/gSgOg/

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