Who am I, that you should love me?
Demolition is a part of construction.
It's hard to wipe your eyes when you have whirring buzzsaws for hands.
Memories fade but words hang around forever.
If popular culture has taught us anything, it is that someday mankind must face and destroy the growing robot menace.
. . . humanity learns true lessons only in cataclysm.
Each new generation builds on the work of the previous one, gaining new perspective. New verbs are introduced. We Google strange and dangerous places. We tweet mindlessly to the cosmos. We Facebook our own grandmothers. I, for one, don't want to be left behind.
We're waiting for a glance or a word, some acknowledgement that we are here.
You might be [outshining me in many ways]. But if we get on a treadmill, there are two things: you're getting off first or I'm going to die. It's that simple, right?
I believe the democratic transformation in Iraq will lead to change in Middle East.
The apparent pointlessness of fashion may be just what makes it so strong as a zeitgeist sensor. Even I, a designer, do not know why a certain proportion feels dated or why another one feels exciting at a given moment. I leave that to the cultural historians and theorists.