The room contains: duct tape, a goblet, a Kiev rangefinder camera, a bedspring, a toolbox, and a lace thong. That’s some cool room you’re sampling there, Mateusz Zdziebko. Like a room out of some louche, kinky game of Clue.
As the radiator clanks and my office mate swishes through a ledger book, though, I’m reminded how much I love the implicit music of things. All these gadgets and objects are like little household gods murmuring to themselves, surrounding us with an intimate, ambient music of the spheres. They crowd in around us, the same way mannerist painters were surrounded by cherubim and seraphim and nineteenth-century painters were beset by fluorescent gothic architecture and whorls of sunlight. —Video via Smoking Cinammon Sticks