Tack till alla som gratulerat mig på min födelsedag 😍 å ett stort tack till min sambo @petra88 som givit mig dessa vackra blommor, 2 glas till min #momentomori samling från #nybro glasbruk samt en ny och mysig #onepice 😍
Dock tog denna dag en tråkig vändning då vi nåddes av beskedet att min morfar somnat in 💔 vila i frid bäste morfar och återförenas med mormor i himmelen ❤
Inspired by the 10 years ago challenge I’ve been digging through the archives and I came across this photo. This is a press shot taken for the Design Museum London, back when it was in Shad Thames. It’s a little more than ten years ago (ahem). I was in an exhibition there with some of my earliest work. I designed a series of ‘urns’ to offer alternative treatments for cremation. For example, one was a bird feeder that combined ash with bird food so that that your loved one could take flight and have an afterlife through the life of the bird. There’s a little more to it, but that’s a condensed version for these little squares.
I felt so awkward in this photo that the photographer asked me to hold a coffee cup, so there’s a tip for you if you’re camera shy 💁🏼♀️.
I’ve agonised recently about my journey to get here, feeling like many of us on here that our work is too difficult to explain because it’s such a patchwork. But I’ve realised recently that there are some important themes that run through everything that I do, whether it be the design of an object, a space or a piece of research.
Almost been 3 years since I lost the person who called himself my brother. Another calling from the fallen. I find a disturbed sense of irony in the fact that my young friend Errol is forever resting in a cemetery above the very shopping center we used to goof off at as kids. hearing the priest speaking as the body was lowered into the ground, seeing all 10 of his brothers and sisters crying. Seeing his mother and his oldest brother - who is a close friend of mine - just sitting there. Drawn up, blank faces which were sheet white in their shocked dismay. Looking into its twin sister's thousand-yard stare. Seeing the casket sitting in the ground with the old Quality Food Center sign looming in the background overhead. The ones I called family growing up, all of my old friends. The ones who really mattered, the ones who showed up. We all came together as a crew again, just for a moment. Just one moment.
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2018, the US life expectancy rate for a male who doesn't die over some stupid shit was posted as 70 years old, ladies you got 74.
Rest In Peace to one of my favorite musicians of all time he inspired me so much so much of his music helped me through depression he was a great artist and one of my role models. Rest easy Mac #momentomori 😭❤️