Corner-dwellers

Another inspirational phrase from Poetics of Space - corners and those that dwell in them.
Who lives in corners? Spiders, dust-bunnies, soot devils and bone-white children.
Dust, cobwebs, pins and other homely detritus.

Sitting in a corner
Corners are considered negative in feng shui (because of  the angles?). One usually puts a plant or an object to defuse the bad qi. And never sit with your back to a corner.

Muju X Momiji

, originally uploaded by mr muju.

Now that's what I call a felt toy...

The Unicorn that Lost Its Horn

This is the unicorn in question - part of the City Square Mall Christmas decorations. Someone wrenched off its horn! For its magical properties? As a weapon?
Anyway, the missing horn has since been replaced (albeit with a less pointy tip). I rather like living near this mall, it's a huge glittery, glassy affair, unlike your typical suburban mall but then again we are technically in the city. I guess it's worth putting up with the dust for 2 years.

It's odd how the crowds seem fascinated with these mythical creatures - all day, people are snapping away with their cameras and mobiles. Newly-bought from Mustafa Center, probably,

Garment-house

No it's not the name of a clothing store, but a concept in Poetics of Space: The "garment-house", clothing as a house.

Couture doesn't mean haute couture, expensive labels (ironically, that's not..) but clothes made just for you. Could be a dress your mum sewed, but it fits you and only you. (OK, that's a skilled couturist).
They do say that once you've worn couture, you won't wear ready-made - not to be snobbish but I guess it could also be interpreted that once you've experienced wearing a garment made for you or by you... A case for hand-made: Imagine a garment as a collection of the one's experiences, a collage of momentos.

Of Nests - Bird Architecture

The metaphor from Jules Michelet, quoted in this book, describes the bird as using its own breast to shape the roundness of the nest because birds have no other tools, except their beaks and breasts (and their little feet of course).
And the daydreaming continues...

Of wardrobes, chests and frawers

"... like a heart that confides in no one, the key is not on the door."
- "The Poetics of Space" by Gaston Bachelard

I'm liking this book, it is a lyrical, poetic read and very charming. It seems to me that the French often muse about space, e.g Marc Auge's Non-places, Baudrillaud and the hypermarts, towns...

I like the quote about the wardrobe as a space for keeping secrets. An inspiration for a new SugarPunk piece, keys and locks.