Like a short story with a surprise ending: behind the scenes look at the making of leather shoes from italian brand MOMA (Midnight Over My Actions). The amount of knowledge and history these simple things embody fascinates me. (Merci Francis) •
Going to Fogo
3 days ago

I’m leaving Wednesday for what is one of Canada’s eldest and smallest communities and [almost] the most eastern spot on the map: Fogo Island. I’ll be there for the next 3 weeks. Humid, snowy, windy: a total opposite of Dubai.
— Why?
Well, a private foundation, aided by the federal and provincial government, is turning the island’s economy around. Fishing has long long since declined and a renewal of economic activities is needed to keep the outport communities alive. They’re counting mostly on geotourism to nurture the island for years to come. Is has enough history (settlements since the 15th century) local culture (fishing) and geographical specifics (island, ocean) to build a story around it.
— Um, Eric, again: why are you going there?
— Relax, I’m getting to it:
So, during the February, the foundation has invited a dozen of young designers/ artists/architects from Canada, the UK and some nordic countries (Iceland, Scandinavia) to discuss the island’s heritage and outport culture and, ahem: « develop ideas for contemporary furniture and interiors inspired by traditional Outport living conditions and reality. » I’m not quite sure about the specifics, but from what I understand, this all ties in with architectural projects they are building (a 5 star inn for example) and objects/furniture/textiles the local artisans, craftsmen, woodworkers, boat builders are going to be producing.
Anyways, it’s a fantastic opportunity. I’ll be meeting a handful of people, they even invited a few well-known speakers (other professional designers and thinkers) from around the globe. It should be good.
I’ll do my best to keep you guys posted, hopefully (photo)blogging a bit at the same time.
Oh the joys of biking in the winter: just showered the fixie. Literally. •
Better late than never: logo and identity redesign surveyor Brand New posted a compilation of the most relevant [graphic] identity work of the past decade. Lost of good hits all around (My faves: 3com, Kodak, Obama’s campaign) and a couple of bad strikes to remember (Pepsi, tropicana, quark). London 2012 fall into the Oh-I-just-hope-it-turns-out-so-great-itll-blow-them-away. Oh and if you, like me, ditched RSS feeds altogether awhile back—try it, it feels good to be actually browsing the web—they also did a best and worst of 2009 that’s worth a look. •
Something catchy, something clever: Two Door Cinema Club’s Undercover Martyn. Boy, I miss watching music videos for hours on end. (Merci Laurence) •
For the James down under who loved the irony of hipster’s trendy fixed gear lifestyle: QuestionBlock’s All you haters (suck my balls) is for you. The title seems to have originated from somewhere over here. (Marchi le Chabot) •
At the top [des nuages]
8 days ago
A colleague sent me this picture yesterday and it’s worth sharing here.
Ladies and gentlemen, the view from the observatory deck on the 124th floor of the Burj formerly know as Dubai, yesterday morning, 7:45 AM:

This is a visual metaphor of the Burj’s presence and existence in Dubai, as the sole building standing out of the desert landscape. All its neighboring towers —whom most are twice the size of Place Ville-Marie— are dwarfed by its presence. It stands alone in Dubai’s sky.
Also, the Burj Khalifa counts 160 floors, all of which, starting from the 125th up, are offices. On cloudy days: day dreaming up, productivity down.
est maintenant l'heureux propriétaire d'une imperia italian pasta machine @gabrielbeland @harrywakefield @simonhobeila •
« J'ai pas de plaisir à manger. Dude, ma blonde est végétalienne. » — DJS •
Pour mes amis designers & architectes: des espaces de vie trop léchés font des gens trop tristes. Hence Unhappy Hipsters. Faîtes plutôt comme mon ami Charles-Antoine et mettez des pin-ups qui dansent dans vos rendus architecturaux. C’est toujours plus plaisant. (via le @jeanhambourg) •
TED: Captivating talk by architect Joshua Prince-Ramus of REX on the design work and contextual considerations that shaped the Wyly Theatre in Dallas. His rejects starchitecture, emphasizes on the nature of collaboration, and therefore fervently believes that architecture should result in solutions « that neither can be imagined initially nor individually. » •
Je cherche une Marcato pasta machine à Montréal. J'reviens du Monas sur Parc, ils n'ont rien. Suggestions? •
CNN delivers scenes from Haiti with 360º degree camera (currently four scenes in total). Imagine fiction cinema using this exact concept: all around video + user navigation delivery like this. I guess that’s where video games come in. •
The Fixie and I are loving this dry, sunny and snowless January weather. •
RSS Feed Issues / T'as des problèmes?
18 days ago
Dear RSS feed subscriber,
Cher abonné du fil RSS,
I’m very sorry about today’s feed update issues.
Merci Eric G. Merci Xavier KR.
I wasn’t trying to mess things up, seems as I didn’t manage that too well.
Mais c‘était vraiment pas d’ma faute.
Technically, things should now run smoothly.
Bon, c‘était un peu de ma faute. Mais là, on a mis un peu plus de beurre.
Being an amateur programmer isn’t easy.
Pis un blogger non plus, ça a l’air.
Thank you si much for the understanding.
Je ne mérite pas de si gentils et attentifs lecteurs.
- eric
Au programme cet après-midi: atelier de fabrication de fromage. J'suis tellement à la retraite. •
“Tú eres la clave. Tú eres la energia.” Version espagnole du Bixi: Urbikes. Certainement pas aussi robuste que le Bixi, mais la forme générale est toutefois intéressante. Dommage, parce que les cables qui dépassent auraient pu être intégrés au cadre, surtout que le vélo sera produit à grande échelle. Leur logo lui, par contre, remporte la palme d’utilisation-du-nineties-grunge-dépassé-a-des-fins-stylistiques-peu-cohérentes. Ça monte sur le podium avec leur slogan épellé “YoU aRe The EnergY”. •
Quelqu'un a un bon template excel pour tenir ses comptes et faire ses taxes? •
Circa 1997: Apple Newton Getting Started Video. Slightly ahead of its time, the Newton was nevertheless quite well thought out: the type-correction interface is marvelous, still many smartphones don’t have something as well designed today. And the beam function just sounds trippy. (Pis oui, c’est juste pour vous mettre dans le mood avant la sortie d’une tablette [sic] quelconque le 27 janvier.) •
Back to basics: Bread dough
25 days ago
I just started working my way trough Michael Ruhlman’s Ratio cookbook in which he breaks down the basic compositions that direct the making of so many dishes. Like he enouces so simply: once you know a series of basic ratios, you’ll know a thousand recipes. Even though I have already made and used many of these ratios in the kitchen, it was always without really understanding the relationship between the different ingredients. And as Rhulman’s hands-on approach to cooking [and writing] is so appealing and engaging, I was compelled to follow him back to the basics, starting with chapter 1: Doughs and Batters.
Pizza dough (5 parts flour, 3 parts water) was made—and devoured—over the Christmas holidays, and I just can’t get enough of it. Tender yet crusty, puffy though not chewy. It’s only then can you understand that good pizza only comes from good pizza dough: toppings won’t really matter if your dough can’t back them up.*

rustic and complete: it has risen indeed
And tonight, back to bread (same as pizza, but with a bit more yeast), a simple first iteration of a plain boule with a bit of coarse salt on top. The dough was kneaded by hand and cooked using a closed dutch-oven at high temperature, keeping the moisture trapped so the bread crusts nicely, just like in a professional oven. I haven’t eaten it just yet though: I’m waiting for breakfast tomorrow, with a batch of slow cooked scrambled eggs and some homemade jam. Yay for a good start tomorrow. I’ll give you an update.
NEXT EDITION: probably try the walnut/olive ciabatta he raves so much about. Find a Marcato machine so I can move on to pasta.
- Do check out what Una Pizza Napoletana—a purist pizza joint in Manhantan—has to say about it.
January Pimpin'
27 days ago
Long overdue, this visual update for the site has been sitting on my hard drive for what we can now count in years (1.3!). And now that I have a little time on my hands, I’m freshening it all up a little. Pimpin’ it right. Yes, they are subtle changes, but somebody important is in the details.
So if you are an innocent victim of glitches, mishaps or display bugs of any sort, please be a sport and let me know about it. And if you’re so inclined to discuss/criticize/suggest design and typography solutions, I’m all ears, Jessica.
still to do:
navigation footer- Some tag cloud, somewhere
- A search feature (UPDATE: half way there)
- All on the infos page
- Top navigation: implement underlines to current section
- UPDATE: Not sure if the fat blue dot permalinks for links are staying. I was excited at first, having them display so randomly, but now they seem a tad obtrusive.
This is my favorite sentence in awhile. It’s from a short fiction piece titled All That by David Foster Wallace. A tad long to be learnt by heart, and so I love it none the less:
•Sometimes the experience of the voices was ecstatic, sometimes so much so that it was almost too intense for me—as when you first bite into an apple or a confection that tastes so delicious and causes such a flood of oral juices that there is a moment of intense pain in your mouth and glands—particularly in the late afternoons of spring and summer, when the sunlight on sunny days achieved moments of immanence and became the color of beaten gold and was itself (the light, as if it were taste) so delicious that it was almost too much to stand, and I would lie on the pile of large pillows in our living room and roll back and forth in an agony of delight and tell my mother, who always read on the couch, that I felt so good and full and ecstatic that I could hardly bear it, and I remember her pursing her lips, trying not to laugh, and saying in the driest possible voice that she found it hard to feel too much sympathy or concern for this problem and was confident that I could survive this level of ecstasy, and that I probably didn’t need to be rushed to the emergency room, and at such moments my love and affection for my mother’s dry humor and love became, stacked atop the original ecstasy, so intense that I almost had to stifle a scream of pleasure as I rolled ecstatically between the pillows and the books on the floor.
Being called "Hot Shit"—by fellow photographers none the less—just makes my day. http://mollyschiot.blogspot.com/2009/12/eric-demay-hot-shit.html •