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Traffic began building on these roads about two years ago. Civil unrest triggered a social movement that called for reformations in the constitution. Some people call the movement The Arab Spring. Here, it’s more often referred to as The Democratic Spring. I was given the opportunity to travel the roads of Morocco as a part of a legislative fellows program wherein nonprofit professionals from Chicago meet professionals from NGOs in its sister city, Casablanca.

Like any big city, Casablanca is on the move. When I first arrived I felt like I had to hit the ground running, and faster than usual to keep up with its pace. The geographic bridge between Europe and Subsaharan Africa, globalism and multiculturalism define Moroccan society. Walking the streets, I overhear conversations between residents that flow from French to Arabic and sometimes English with ease. I see women in traditional hajibs and kaftans check their cell phones for messages, and a stylish young man light a cigarette as he leans against a centuries-old wall. It’s easy to see how the country earned its nickname, the global crossroads.

Morocco is also a country of aesthetic inspiration. Maybe it was the African sun, but colors seemed a lot bolder to me. I know the pinks are that pink because it helps deflect the heat out of the building. The blues are common, though I’m sure the color didn’t have the same functionality. Whether it was a farm, personal home, or holy institution, a lot of detail was put into the SPACE itself. And it did not go unnoticed. I was really drawn to windows, doors and tile work. As I walked through alleys, museums, ancient ruins, and mosques, I reveled in the detail so much that I had to capture it. Here are some of the images I observed during my time in vibrant, enchanting Morocco:

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In addition to being a member of the staff at Community Media Workshop, Marissa Wasseluk is an active blogger, digital communicator, workshop presenter, food eater and music listener. Connect with her online here or here, at her e-newsletter training this spring, or at Making Media Connections this summer.

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Matter Observed is brimming with excitement to have guest blogger and foreign correspondent, Marissa Wasseluk, share her almost two week-long adventure to Morocco to learn more about the constitution reform post-Arab Spring. She got pooped on, interviewed an anarchist, met the mayor of Casablanca, and drank copious amounts of tea – and that was just the first 48 hours. Look for this story, told in both words and photography, on Matter Observed in the coming weeks!


“But meanwhile it flees: time flees irretrievably, while we wander around, prisoners of our love of detail.” – Virgil

For more photography, go here.


When I was invited by KCADC to cover Kansas City Design Week 2012 for Inhabitat, I must admit, I knew very little about the city and its culture. I have some friends who had spent some time here, and have talked about how great a town it is; but beyond these casual mentions of KC, and my amateurish knowledge of its Jazz and BBQ roots (thanks to Ken Burns and Anthony Bourdain, respectively), I had no discernible notions about the city and its people. So once this opportunity came my way I was beyond excited and ready to take-in all that Kansas City had to offer. In between attending Design Week events and happenings, I was able to explore and photograph a small sampling of what makes Kansas City so incredibly unique.

Moshe Safdie’s steel, glass, and concrete poetry that is the Kauffman Center for the Performing Arts:

Yesteryear’s heart of Kansas City industry and culture, the beautifully haunting, mostly deserted West Bottoms corridor – currently in the infant stages of a renaissance:


First Fridays is a monthly event in the Crossroads Arts District where thousands congregate to gallery hop, listen to live music, and eat and drink locally from food trucks and street vendors. Basically, it’s one big, happy party:


According to Anthony Bourdain, Oklahoma Joe’s is one of the 13 places you should eat at before you die. I waited in a line that wrapped around the outside of the building (it’s inside a gas station, mind you) for an hour and fifteen minutes, spent $12, and was finished eating in just under 10 minutes… and I’d do it all over again. Yes, it was that good:

I was fortunate enough to get a private tour (in Darryl Hawkinssporty convertible) of some of Kansas City’s most sustainable residential architecture:


I hung out a lot at The Nelson Atkins Museum of Art and the adjacent award-winning Bloch Building modern gallery space designed by Steven Holl Architects:


And of course I would be remiss if I did not tour the Boulevard Brewery, aka, Craft Beer Heaven:

At the end of my short visit, I felt like I saw so much of what defines Kansas City – but I know there’s so much more to it than that. The people here are proud, hard-working, and have a Midwest warmth about them that is unique to Kansas City. Everyone I met went out of their way to help me and teach me about their home town. The arts and culture here is vibrant and flourishing, with museums, art schools, theater, great restaurants, and incredible live music every night of the week. If Chicago is the quintessential American City, this Paris of the Plains known as Kansas City is its younger brother. Just over an eight our drive (or eight hours by train) from Chicago, it’s a trip you should seriously consider making if you’ve never been. I’m certain you’ll be pleasantly surprised and, like me, leave wanting more.


The National WWI Museum

When you enter the property of Charles & Ray Eames in Santa Monica, California, you pass a stacked cord of firewood, a shed of old tools, potted plants in clay jars, and a multitude of mulch-covered paths. There is nothing particularly remarkable about the landscape but, by virtue of their very proximity to the Eames’ house, everyday objects acquire a unique charge that can only be described as Eamesian. The Eamesian touch is tempting to describe, but best left for the images to speak for themselves. ~Michael Neault

A friend of mine who’s in the business of hocking cool furniture recently joked that if he heard one more person describe a piece of furniture as “Eames style,” he would absolutely lose it. I suppose if you’re in the industry and have a respectable knowledge of the expansive catalog of Mid-Century modern design and its designers, hearing something described as “Eamesian” without valid explanation could be a little grating on one’s intellect. The Eameses were undeniable rock-stars of furniture design (and textile design, and gadget and toy making, and film making, and advertising, and branding, etc.) in their day – but in the age of the internet and the revival of all things mid-century modern, their legend has grown to epic proportions – so much so that rapper Ice Cube is even cruising on the Eames’ plywood-made bandwagon.

Despite their ubiquity and iconic status, as a designer I still hold a strong reverence for the work and philosophy of Charles and Ray Eames. How can one not, as a visual artist, or even a person of academia for that matter, respect their mission to educate and communicate through the power of design? Their endless curiosity and experimental approach to everything they touched has undoubtedly changed the way the modern world thinks, works, and lives. And though their philosophy to only take from Mother Earth what is necessary, and their quest to “bring the best to the most for the least” has not fully been realized (their licensed products are, let’s just say, pricey), this utopian-minded thinking was ahead of its time in the midst of the splurge and excess of late 1950′s and 1960′s consumerism.

On a recent trip to the West Coast, I was given the opportunity to take a private tour of Case Study House No. 8, or more commonly, the Eames House, by a former employee of the Eames Office and an old friend of Charles and Ray. The home and studio rest on a hillside in the affluent neighborhood of Pacific Palisades, just north of Santa Monica, with vistas of Santa Monica Pier and the ocean just beyond the towering Eucalyptus trees that were left untouched per the revised design for site. The modest buildings, though not organic in material (steel and glass) or shape (a box), somehow exist in harmony with the leisurely maintained coastal nature surrounding them.

The interior was remarkably preserved the way Ray had left it, except for the living room, which was on loan to the Los Angeles County Museum of Art for their California Design, 1930–1965: “Living in a Modern Way” exhibit. In its absence, the Eames Foundation cleverly recreated a 1951 Japanese tea-party the Eameses had hosted in the living room, where guests like Isamu Noguchi, Shirley Yamaguchi, and Charlie Chaplin dined and talked about current projects, and about life (oh, to be a fly on that suspended Hans Hofmann painting!).

As I walked the grounds photographing the meadow where the Eameses played and picnicked, and also the exterior architecture of the simple but beautifully designed home and studio, I began to understand on a deeper level their life’s work and philosophy. From the eclectic compilation of worldly objects scattered throughout the home, to the lush foliage of the adjoining patios, to the ingenious musical tower made of xylophone keys, wood, and plexiglass, 203 North Chautauqua Boulevard  truly is a must see whether you’re a fan of the Eameses furniture, or simply appreciate their contribution to modern thinking about design and its impact on the world around us.

To learn more about the life and work of Charles and Ray Eames, check out the very informative PBS documentary film, Charles & Ray Eames: The Architect and the Painter, here.


Cruising down the proud highway, I65, toward the Blue Grass State, windows down and the radio just above the volume of the air rushing in, I thought of the place that I quixotically built up in my mind over the years, constructed mostly from stories I’ve heard and the occasional TV spot while watching the “two most exciting minutes in sports.” To me, Kentucky was a virtual utopia of hillside whiskey distilleries and perfect fence-lined meadows with rocky streams cutting through both, and of course there were horses. Lots and lots of horses.

So as we finally drove over the Ohio River into this once imaginary, now all of a sudden very real state, I was delighted to see that there was much more going on here than advertised – from Louisville’s interesting architecture, both old and new, and its rich arts and culture scene; to Lexington’s Victoria Square and the University of Kentucky College of Design’s iconic Pence Hall (a proposal is on the table for an addition by none other than Studio Gang Architects of Aqua fame); to the Shaker Village of Pleasant Hill, with its stunningly simple hand crafted furniture and sinuous, poetic stair cases. Kentucky, just a little over a five hour drive from Chicago, is an absolute must observe and an ideal 3-4 day weekend getaway with something for just about everyone.

Oh yeah, and that utopian place with the horses and the meadows and the bourbon? That part is every bit as true and beautiful in person as it was in my imagination all those years.

From Louisville’s native son:

“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!”

- Hunter S. Thompson

Louisville

Churchill Downs

Jim Beam

Maker’s Mark

Lexington

Claiborne Farm

Kentucky Horse Park

Woodford Reserve

Keeneland Race Track

Shaker Village of Pleasant Hill

Music: “Golden” by Louisville’s own, My Morning Jacket

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