#Right Angle Triangle Shade Sails | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

goodmorningawfulbye · 7 years ago

Text

Bequeathal, Betrothal, Betrayal

Why fear the gods when you can become one?

When Miel had woken up at her noon alarm that day, she was surprised to find Prompto in her bed, leafing through one of her books.

“Your little notes in the margins are so cute,” he said, before anything else.

She blinked at him silently, still mentally scrambling for why she was waking up to this. Granted, it was a dear dream of hers, but now that it was happening, she was confused. Okay, so they had kissed, and… more, but wasn’t he supposed to have left before even that? Why was he dawdling, staying in her twin bed, under her covers, reading her books? Reading her margin notes in her books?

She didn’t get an answer, or even ask the question, because as she lay there blinking and looking into his eyes, he smiled. “Also, good afternoon.” Then he leaned down and kissed her, and she let him, even slid her fingers into his hair and shut her eyes, sighing. Because she wanted this. She just wasn’t sure she was supposed to have it.

But that was six months ago. He lived with her now, still sleeping in the twin bed (they fit perfectly if he slept on her chest or they spooned), still reading her books. Sometimes he left for days at a time, sometimes she stayed awake for 36 hours, ignoring her alarms and flicking the UV lamps on and off as needed, desperate for real sunlight.

And one day, she snuck off to a cave she’d heard was nearby.

Prompto had told her it was cold, but he never wore sleeves, so maybe it wasn’t that bad. Still, she slipped on a down vest, over a thick sweater. Better too warm than too cold. She threw one more equally-thick layer on over that, then headed out.

It really was cold in there, thank the gods she’d put on so many layers. It was also pretty creepy. Cold and unnerved, she kept walking, careful footsteps on the damp ground. She wished she hadn’t come alone. But Prompto was off with Ignis and Gladio, and who else would she bring with her? Who else would she want with her?

Delph. That’s who. But Delph wasn’t around, either.

Miel made it to the center of the cave, where surely something had once been held (Prompto had said something, something royal arms, but it was so late the night they’d talked about it that she struggled to remember even that. Still, as she shivered, she saw that still, the room did hold something.

Not a weapon. A woman.

Miel sank to her knees to get on eye-level with the woman, who sat curled against a wall, one knee under her chin, the other bent out to the side, so her legs formed a right angle under her skirt.

“Hey,” Miel said, voice soft as a feather, “what are you doing here? Are you okay?”

The woman met Miel’s gaze then, and the pair looked each other over, the both of them dirty and red-cheeked from the chill air. The woman wore significantly less clothing than Miel (did no one entering this cave ever wear sleeves?), so Miel shirked her outer layer, a thick shawl, and wrapped it around the woman’s shoulders. She pulled it tighter, and up over her mouth, brow furrowing as if she were deep in thought. “Well, that settles it,” the woman said finally.

Miel looked at her, confused, until the woman stood up, her skirt unfolding from her lap to billow to the floor, pooling around her feet. The hem of the dress was damp from the ground, and smeared with dirt and grass stains, but not the local reddish dirt.

The woman clutched the shawl, then let it flutter to the ground, revealing a set of folded golden wings peeking out from behind her elbows, and her dress was no longer a faded, dirty pink, but radiant, the shade of pink that the sky turned at dawn on some late fall mornings.

She fixed her gaze on Miel, and took one decisive step toward her, a slightly curled hand extended. When her hand touched Miel’s face, the winged woman drew a triangle on Miel’s forehead with her thumb. She pulled Miel towards her and kissed where Miel still felt the woman’s touch.

Suddenly, Miel felt warm. Not overheated, just as if she were wrapped in the coziest of her blankets, seated in the sunshine.

Oh, she missed sunshine.

But she also felt hot tears rolling down her cheeks. She didn’t remember starting to cry, it had just happened. She fished her phone out of her pocket, looking at its dark screen as a reflective surface, to find her eyes were not her own. They were pure green, the color of precious stones, pupilless, and still, tears flowed from them, faster than Miel could wipe them away.

She blinked, and her eyes returned to normal, the rich brown at their center ringing her pupil again.

The winged woman pulled Miel to her, whispering. “I am Delta Dolorosa, Mother, Warrior, Lover, Queen. Once a divine force, now but a shadow of what I had been. I needed someone like me to be my avatar in this world as I seek to remove what harm was done to it. You have been chosen.”

Miel didn’t struggle through all this, as the sensation of basking in sunshine only got stronger the closer she got to… Delta. But even so, through the warmth, there was a weight settling into her chest.

“I would congratulate you on such an honor,” Delta continued, “but I know it’s not. I know the burden I’ve placed on you. I’m so sorry. I would ask you to accept my task of mothering the orphaned of this world, but seeing the company you’ve kept your entire life, I see that you’ve done that as best you could already. Prompto… Delphine… Acheta. You’ve such love in you, Miel Lux. I think you’ll be me just fine.”

Delta let Miel go then, a sadness in her eyes Miel was almost scared to acknowledge, for fear that her eyes would look that way soon. As she was released, the weight on Miel’s chest increased, and suddenly she recognized it as a sucking sense of deep loss.

She had felt this before. She had still felt it a little bit before she had met Delta.

“You have not born and will not have to bear the full weight of my soul yet,” Delta elaborated. “A time will come where you may, but not yet. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

Miel nodded.

“For now, I ask that you seek happiness. Prompto should be coming home soon, right? And there’s something you’ve been meaning to ask him.”

Miel nodded again, muted by something like shock. Maybe it was just the lump in her throat, the sorrow settling into her bones.

Delta hugged her again, and then faded away in a shower of golden light. The closest thing Miel had seen to sunshine in a long time.

The next day, as Prompto hung onto her waist as they careened along a dusty road through the bluffs, she spoke nearly into the wind.

“Hey, Prompto?”

“Hmm?” He asked, lips on the back of her neck.

“Do you want to…” She sighed. “Will you marry me?”

“Will I what?”

“Will you, Prompto Argentum, marry me, Miel Lux?”

He stammered, and opened and closed his mouth a few times. Miel felt it on her neck. “I—Yeah. I will. Let’s do it.”

At least you get what I never did in my time amongst mortals, a voice Miel recognized as herself, but that wasn’t her own voice, echoed in her mind, someone who’s willing to marry you.

It wasn’t until a few weeks after the official wedding that it hit her.

It was sunset, and she hopped on her bike and rode out to the middle of nowhere, and threw herself off the bike, caring little for any scrapes she got from the brush or dirt, or burns from the bike’s parts.

She didn’t care anymore. She sat in the dirt, legs crossed, and suddenly, the tears came.

She knew she had no right to be sobbing before night had even fallen, mere weeks after her wedding. To a new life lived in the sun, she’d said. But now she’d made her choice, and in public, and Delphine had arrived to celebrate with her—with them—and Miel hadn’t realized then.

This sent a message to Delphine—Miel had made her choice. And it wasn’t Delph.

Miel had been twelve when she realized wanting to stay with Delphine for as long as she was allowed was more than just friendly feelings. She had seen it in Prompto with Noctis, and she had accepted it. She had accepted in herself that her feelings for Prompto didn’t affect her feelings for Delphine, but she hadn’t known, almost 18 years ago, that it was going to hurt so bad later on when she’d foolishly made a decision between them. She didn’t know what she’d been thinking.

Had she really thought that she could have her cake in Prompto and eat it in Delphine?

Maybe deep down, she had known this day was always coming, and thought impulse would carry her through it until she felt nothing, or she’d have been over one of them by the time it was her cue to decide for the other.

But it didn’t, and she wasn’t, and the day had come, and she’d fucked it up irrevocably.

She had felt so joyful and alive when Delphine had arrived at the reception, and bolted over to her, so glad to see her, to hug her, again. When Prompto wrapped an arm around Delphine, too, Miel had finally felt complete again.

Having drunk as much as she had at the reception, she’d almost kissed Delphine. She wished now she had, if only so she could have known the catharsis of 18 years of feelings.

Now she never would. She’d made her choice.

Miel searched for a rock near her feet with bleary eyes, and finding one, flung it as far from her as she could manage. It sailed through the air and clattered somewhere over the next tiny bluff.

She let out another miserable sob. It was so cruel of her, to have called Prompto the love of her life like that, married him twice, and now resent that he was keeping her from being with Delphine.

She sobbed vocally now, sharp little puffs of her voice coming out as her diaphragm contracted. Her heart was so heavy, it should have dragged her into the dirt.

What an idiot, she thought, crying alone out in the desert bluffs because she had done something stupid and couldn’t clean it up. But it hurt.

Maybe I’m the Calamity I keep trying to protect these worlds from, the echo of her-but-not mused. A fresh wave of tears flowed, and she lay in the dirt as she shook with the sobs.

Her body, her heart, warmed as a cool maternal hand brushed back flyaway hairs from her forehead. “Oh, Miel. The Lover part of my title is hard. I know. I’m sorry.” Delta looked up to the rising moon. “I never got to be with everyone I loved, either. At least this is all my soul carries, on your shoulders now.”

Miel opened her eyes and looked at the sky, speckled with stars. Like Prompto’s freckles, she thought, a wet giggle almost escaping her throat. She looked over towards the moon, trying to forget every thought she’d ever had after the Fall where she had looked up, looked at her last message from Delphine and whispered, “at least we’re under the same moon still.”

Delta had disappeared in another shower of light while Miel had been battling her own memories.

She huffed. She could and would have to live like this. She had promised Delphine a place with her and Prompto (and they were talking about a bigger bed to fit her into it), and gods damn it, Miel meant it. In her bed, in her home, in fact, wherever the Lux-Argentums called home, Delphine could stay, too.

Miel would just have to pack away her desires, her broken heart. She had a husband, whom she loved, despite her heartbreak about what she’d lost in exchange, to be a wife to. She had a job to do as an avatar of Delta, whatever that meant, other than living with all this loss for the rest of her life.

And she had a friend to support, whom she loved more than anything, more than she’d realized.

She wiped her eyes and clambered back up onto her bike.

She had to save the world. And she guessed she’d start with herself, and “the orphaned” she’d lived her life with so far.

#miel #prommiel #(and prommielphine)#or straight up mielphine but it's not happy so it doesn't go in the tag

4 notes · View notes

mangokiwitropicalswirl · 8 years ago

Text

Theoretical Physics

Post-Triangle one shot, at @damselindistressmya ‘s request! This is for you Mer!

PG (yeah, sorry!)

It’s not that she doesn’t believe in the possibility, it’s just that it doesn’t matter.

Past lives are one implausible thing, but parallel universes are another altogether. The thing about theoretical physics is that it’s just that -- theoretical. If multiverse theory is true, every individual choice made by every individual person generates a new reality. Each outcome creates its own timeline. Quanta can exist in two places at once. Light is both a particle and a wave.

There’s a universe she thinks of most, where she married Ethan and is living comfortably in the suburbs with a kid or two, her ova safely unharvested. (She wonders how that Dana deals with the boredom, or if she’s long since stopped asking the hard questions, settled with her lot in life).

There’s a universe where Marcus knocked her up in high school and they ran off together, to her parents’ eternal disappointment. That Dana is working as a waitress or plodding through community college. (She knows this version is ashamed of herself, aware that she could’ve been so much more, but now there are too many choices to undo).

There’s the universe where she stayed in medicine, choosing surgery or pediatrics over pathology. Maybe that Dr. Scully saves lives every day, but is overworked and lonely.

Or the myriad universes created every time she wanted to leave Mulder and the X Files and actually followed through. The one that first year, after Deep Throat died. The time she stepped away after her coma. The thousand Mondays when it all just seemed too much -- especially after Philadelphia when the snarl of anger in her gut threatened to unleash all her dark and girlish motives.

But what difference does it make that all these universes exist if you can’t interact with them, can’t reach them? You can’t call your alter ego on the phone so she can tell you that the grass is, if not greener, definitely a different shade of dissatisfaction.

It would be a fundamental law of every world that it’s impenetrable. That the best we could do would be to imagine their existence, or that they imagine ours.

But that’s what Mulder has been insisting, isn’t it? That he had somehow breached a quantum wall and fallen into a world where they were both themselves, but somehow other? But that the outcome of their choices there would impact here? “You were there, Scully, in 1939. You saved the world!”

Now she’s confused.

At least as confused as he had been on all those painkillers. It was painkillers, right?

She thinks back to the hospital, to the bruise on Mulder’s cheek. Once they’d drug him from the water and got him on the Navy chopper back to D.C. General, she had filled in his chart. In another accident report it seems foolish to take seriously, there were her notes detailing his waterlogged rambling. Something about Nazis and a right hook, a wartime weapon and someone who looked like her sporting a knockout -- “pun intended,” he had mumbled incoherently -- red dress.

She had stood over his bed and waited for him to wake, the day’s worth of panic, of AWACS surveillance and frenzy, sliding off her. Had she kissed Skinner in an elevator? She couldn’t remember.

How is it Mulder looked so attractive in that flimsy hospital gown? Had he been working out more lately? She had let her eyes linger over his shapely tanned arms and remembered with a flush the way she’d gripped them as he lifted her out of that cavern in Antarctica. She had had to force her gaze to return to the blossoming purple bruise around his left eye socket.

As her hands slide over the steering wheel on her drive home, she recognizes all this musing on the nature of multiverse theory for what it is -- an attempt to distract herself from the hum in the back of her brain, the near-panic that is circling and circling her subconscious. Mulder had said I love you. And she had said, “Oh brother.”

Playful exasperation has for so long been a default setting between both of them -- more often on her part, but sometimes on his -- that she had skipped straight to it before it dawned on her that he was deadly, tenderly earnest. It didn’t take long. The realization slammed into her with the solidity of a left hook as she walked out the door of his room. She had paused and gripped the wall rail just around the corner out of his line of sight.

Holy shit, he meant it.

Like, really meant it.

Fuck.

She thought for a half-second about turning around, walking back into the room and trying again, but what would she say? “I love you too.” She did. Of course she did. She’d been on the on ramp to saying all of it and more in his hallway this past summer, before the goddamn bee.

But they’d been to the ends of the earth together, and then they’d argued. And Diana had complicated things, and they had been reassigned. And now both of them were taut with a hundred things they weren’t saying. So for him to say it now, it took her by surprise. She wasn’t prepared to answer back. But. Fuck. He really meant it.

This is the phrase that had settled into a rhythm in her brain on the walk out to the car and is tormenting her all the way home as she determines, he hadn’t actually been on any painkillers.

A warmth has lodged itself in her right hipbone, and is spreading from where the back of his knuckles had lingered against her the entire time she stood at his bedside. She vacillates between blushing furiously with embarrassment at her reply, “Oh brother?” Shit! What were you thinking? and a twisting sensation in her stomach when she remembers the way he had called her back to the side of the bed. He had fixed her firmly in his gaze and his voice had deepened as he did his best to make her believe what he said.

That should have been the giveaway. For all the implausible things he has tried to convince her of, he has never tried like this. There’s always been a gimmick and a slide show. Now, his simple gravity upends her.

What are they going to do? Add this to the pile of unspoken things between them, the ballast of which is now threatening to capsize their entire relationship? And she’s still angry at him for the way he had expected her to change after Antarctica, as if he’d had finally won and her conversion was the prize.

But moments ago, she had lived in a universe where she never hadn’t heard him say I love you. Hadn’t even expected him to say it, ever. And now, she lives in a universe where he did. A universe where he has finally, finally said something to name their increasingly intractable devotion. She blushes again, a happy split second before the cold wash of regret about her response returns and douses the warmth of the memory.

She parks the car absentmindedly and finds herself in her apartment, suddenly desperate for a friend other than Mulder she could call at this time of night. And not her mother. She can’t tell her mother about this. But she needs to analyze it, hash it out, figure out how much damage she has done, figure out what to do next. Preferably with a girlfriend over several stiff drinks.

How many years into knowing him had she let everyone else slip away? What was the moment she made the decision that created this universe where he has become absolutely everything? How many moments like this has she had -- the late night in her kitchen, after a drive home from a hospital, when she stares at her phone longingly? Sometimes it rings and sometimes it doesn’t. It feels like thousands, as if every version of every story she’s caught in boils down to these waiting moments.

Tonight, it doesn’t ring. She doesn’t think it will. She crawls into bed not expecting to sleep. But after a long time, she finally does.

There is a universe where Scully decides to let this blow over, where she greets him innocently on Monday morning, everything back to their status quo. But now she imagines that universe as a ghost ship, sailing lifelessly through dark, silent seas. She wants the lights and the music, the chase and the jump, the kiss, and the knockout.

She gets up at her weekday alarm at 5:30. She showers, throws on a black sweater and jeans and is back at the hospital by 7. He won’t be expecting her attention at the hospital for such a benign set of injuries. The overnight was just a precaution, to make sure there were no residual effects from his apparent blow to the head. She stops for coffee and donuts on the way.

He’s still asleep when she settles into the chair next to his bed, an endearing trickle of drool cascading from his open mouth into his hospital pillow. Looking over him, she feels her heart clench with what until yesterday she would have only considered protectiveness, a sense of responsibility, affection. She smiles and leans back in her chair, watching.

“What are you doing here?” His voice croaks as his eyes squeeze open.

“Brought you some donuts,” she nods toward the waxy paper sack and steaming styrofoam cup on the nightstand. “How’d you sleep?”

“Okay,” he eyes her with suspicion as he presses the buttons that angle the bed upward. He clears his throat and brushes some hair back from where it’s matted against his forehead. “This isn’t, um, our standard discharge procedure, Scully. What’s up?”

Scully racks her brain for some plausible excuse before settling on the old standby of medical expertise. “I wanted to double check your meds,” she hesitates. “I wasn’t sure they had accounted for your time underwater.”

Mulder looks at her with a raised eyebrow, waiting for more. “Donuts?”

“There’s a new shop around the corner from my place,” Scully lies, “seemed like the thing to do.”

“No other reason?” Mulder asks as the fuzziness of yesterday’s memory sharpens into clarity and he understands why she’s back.

“Well,” Scully pauses. She has an idea of how to proceed but isn’t sure she can pull it off. “I also needed some advice.”

“Advice?” Mulder straightens up, fully awake now.

“Yeah, advice.” Scully fidgets with her hands before forcing herself to meet his eyes. “A friend told me something recently, and I’m afraid my response might have hurt their feelings.”

“A friend?” Mulder looks slightly wounded, but plays along.

“Yes, a good friend.” She looks at him. “A dear friend.”

Mulder nods.

“They said something and I thought they were joking.” She sighs, shy. “I realized later they weren’t.”

“And you need my advice about what, exactly?” Mulder decides to make her work for it.

“How do I apologize?” Scully stares at him earnestly, swallowing the nervous lump that has formed in her throat.

“I guess it depends on how good of a friend this is,” he says. “And on what you wish you would have said instead.”

“It’s my best friend.” She reaches her hand and covers his where it lays on the edge of the bed. “And I wish I’d have told him, me too.”

Mulder smiles and turns his hand over to interlace his fingers in hers. But Scully continues.

“But I also need this friend to know that I don’t know what that means for me right now.” She looks down slightly, avoiding his gaze. “That I’m not sure what to do about it. And I was really surprised by what he said. I wasn’t prepared.”

Mulder runs his thumb across the top of her hand. “I’d bet your friend surprised himself too,” he suggests. “I bet he didn’t really think it all through anyway. It was just probably something he couldn’t keep to himself anymore.”

Scully nods and squeezes his hand. “What do you think this friend would want me to do next?” she asks.

“I think he’d want you to know he can wait.”

“Wait for what?” Scully raises her eyebrows.

“Wait until you know what you want to do about it,” Mulder is reassuring, still circling his thumb gently on the back of her hand. “I think he would tell you, he’s not going anywhere.”

Scully nods again and swallows, her eyes glistening slightly. “Okay.” She croaks in a whisper, smiling.

“Now, I think I was promised donuts?” Mulder grins, jerking his head toward the paper sack.

“You were,” Scully smiles and opens the bag, another universe shaping itself into being as she hands him a Boston Creme.

#post ep #Triangle #x files fanfic #xf fic #xf fanfic #mywriting

164 notes · View notes

galucy-blog · 6 years ago

Text

#gallery-0-5 { margin: auto; } #gallery-0-5 .gallery-item { float: left; margin-top: 10px; text-align: center; width: 20%; } #gallery-0-5 img { border: 2px solid #cfcfcf; } #gallery-0-5 .gallery-caption { margin-left: 0; } /* see gallery_shortcode() in wp-includes/media.php */

Editors’ rating:

The Pros

Classy design; Awesome keyboard; Solid battery life; Vivid privacy display; Quality audio

The Cons

Blurry webcam; Display on base model is mediocre

Verdict

The EliteBook 840 G5 is an absolute beauty of a business laptop, providing a comfy keyboard, strong performance and amazing sound in a stylish design.

Let HP swoop you off your feet with a powerful and luxurious business notebook that embraces productivity and security just as much as it does its multimedia capabilities. The 14-inch EliteBook 840 G5 ($1,182 starting; $2,295 as reviewed) delivers solid performance with its 8th-Gen Intel Core processor and a comfortable keyboard to speed up your workflow. The Bang & Olufsen speakers will make you feel like you’re at a concert, and the bright privacy display will immerse you in your own private theater. The EliteBook trips up only in its webcam and its base model display.

Design

With the EliteBook 840, you can work in style. The full aluminum exterior presents a minimalist silver finish accompanied by HP’s stylish slash logo. There’s a lightly engraved EliteBook logo on the hinge, and toward the top of the lid is a gray line dividing the lip of the laptop. I love that the hinge is at an angle, giving the notebook some flair compared to the plain, rectangular chassis of many other business laptops. The design is quite neat and simple.

As the laptop opens, you see a classy, backlit, island-style keyboard with a pointing stick. There’s a sleek power button in the top left corner, and above that is an elegant, triangle-pattern lid for the Bang & Olufsen speakers. The display’s chin is a little thick, but it’s proportioned well with the slim bezels to make it look seductive.

The EliteBook 840 features several ports for business use. The left side features a secure lock slot, one USB 3.0 with always-on charging and a Smart Card Reader. On the right, you’ll find one USB Type-C port with Thunderbolt, an HP UltraSlim dock connector, an RJ45 port, an HDMI port, one USB 3.0 port, a combo headphone/microphone jack and a WWAN SIM card reader.

At 3.4 pounds and 12.8 x 9.2 x 0.7 inches, the EliteBook 840 is slightly bigger than most of its competition. It matches the Dell Latitude 7490‘s 0.7-inch thickness but just beats that machine’s weight of 3.5 pounds. The Huawei MateBook X Pro is lighter and thinner than the HP machine, at 3.5 pounds and 0.6 inches, and the Lenovo ThinkPad X1 Carbon (6th Gen) wins all the marbles, at 2.5 pounds and 0.6 inches.

Security and Durability

Need something to survive your next work trip? Easy. The EliteBook 840 has gone through MIL-STD-810G certification, which means it can endure extreme humidity, extreme temperatures, vibration and high altitude.

For some extra cash, you can choose from multiple configurations that increase the security of this laptop. There’s the Sure View privacy screen, which protects the information on your display with a bright light that’s visible to anyone that isn’t directly in front of the laptop. This is activated by a simple click on one of the function keys. Our configuration (Intel Core i7-8650U) comes with Intel vPro for remote management as well as an IR camera to access Windows Hello.

One thing that you’ll notice right away is HP’s Privacy Camera, which contains a slider that physically blocks the webcam’s lens. Additionally, there’s a subtle fingerprint reader underneath the rightmost arrow key. HP’s Sure Recover feature can reimage your PC even if the hard drive gets wiped. HP also built in an Endpoint Security Controller, which is a physical chip that powers the company’s Sure Start software, a self-healing BIOS. BIOS is the first software run by all IBM-compatible PCs when turned on.

Display

The 14-inch, 1920 x 1080 IPS LED display on the EliteBook 840 base model was lackluster and too dim to enjoy. As I watched the most recent trailer for Mission: Impossible – Fallout, the display spoiled the lighting in every scene with a blue tint. Watching Henry Cavill and his Superman muscles march across a bathroom to beat someone to death was designed to be an intense and joyful experience. Instead, it felt trivial as the bathroom lights faded out the color in the characters’ clothes and faces. Superman’s magnificent bod and mustache meant nothing to me.

On the other hand, the config with the 1920 x 1080 integrated privacy screen produced bright and vibrant images. I was mesmerized as Tom Cruise fumbled with his seat belt and had a confused, then panicked expression as a military helicopter tumbled down a bright, snowy mountaintop toward him. From the sunset shading Cruise’s complexion to the different hues in the blue sky, the colors were dynamic.

MORE: Laptops with the Best Display Brightness

According to our colorimeter, the base display covers a measly 70 percent of the sRGB color gamut, which pales in comparison to the 114 percent category average. However, the privacy display hit a very good 119 percent.

The base display produced a dim 217 nits of brightness, crashing below the 305-nit category average. The HP’s privacy display, however, annihilated the competition, with a whopping 619 nits. This surpasses even the result from the HDR-ready ThinkPad X1 Carbon (469 nits), as well as our 293-nit standard. The MateBook X averaged 458 nits, and the Latitude 7490 missed the average with 277 nits.

Keyboard, Touchpad and Pointing Stick

The EliteBook 840’s backlit keyboard is tight; it sharply sinks into the chassis, and the keys feel substantial and clicky while you’re typing. The backlighting has only two settings, which is disappointing for a laptop of this price. For business users, however, HP included three useful keys to present, answer and hang up calls via Skype.

The keys have somewhat short travel (1.4 millimeters) but require strong actuation force (77 grams). We usually look for travel between 1.5 and 2 mm and actuation force above 60 grams. The keyboard is incredibly comfortable, allowing me to sail past my 60-words-per-minute average with 68 wpm on the 10fastfingers typing test.

For pointing stick users, the nub has plenty of room to work with, cutting a decent chuck off the G, H and B keys. There are two discrete mouse buttons for it at the top of the touchpad, but unlike the Latitude 7490 and ThinkPad X1, this HP doesn’t have a scroll button.

The keyboard is incredibly comfortable, allowing me to sail past my 60-words-per-minute average.

The 4.2 x 2.3 touchpad is smooth and responsive, with a decent pair of clickers. It captures all of the key Windows 10 gestures, from two-finger window scrolling to three-finger task swiping.

Audio

The EliteBook’s Bang & Olufsen speakers are a blessing to my ears. While listening to “Stressed Out” by Twenty One Pilots, I heard every single entracing beat from the percussion to the keyboard as they creatively intertwined with Tyler Joseph’s vocals. These echoed loud enough to fill a medium-size conference room.

While listening to ‘Stressed Out’ by Twenty One Pilots, I heard every single entracing beat from the percussion to the keyboard as they creatively intertwined with Tyler Joseph’s vocals.

The balance of bass and treble allows each instrument to shine, creating a surprisingly intense experience. Bang & Olufsen provides its own equalizer app, so you can customize the sound to your specific needs. Options are tailored for voice, movies or music, but if that doesn’t satisfy, you can perform a full manual equalizer setup.

Performance

Why you would need 30 Google Chrome tabs playing the same 1080p SNL skit all at once is beyond me. But with the EliteBook 840, you can do it all without a hint of lag. Our config is loaded with a quad-core Intel Core i7-8650U processor, 16GB of RAM, a 512GB M.2 PCIe NVMe SSD and an Intel UHD Graphics 620, which allowed the notebook to perform this multitasking with ease.

On the Geekbench 4 overall performance test, the EliteBook 840 scored an excellent 13,253. It soared past the 10,483 premium laptop average, the Matebook X’s 12,913 (Intel Core i7-8550U) and the ThinkPad X1’s 13,173 (Intel Core i5-8250U). The Latitude 7490 was able to speed past all of the competition with a score of 14,458 (Intel Core i7-8650U).

MORE: Laptops with the Best Overall Performance

The EliteBook 840 took 15 minutes and 50 seconds to transcode a 4K video to 1080p on our Handbrake test, which completely destroys its competitors’ results. The average premium laptop takes 22:05; the MateBook X slugged behind at 27:18; the Latitude 7490 beat the average, with 21:35, and the ThinkPad X1 took 19:00.

Copying 4.97GB of data was a breeze for the EliteBook 840’s 512GB M.2 PCIe NVMe SSD, taking only 10 seconds (for 509 megabytes per second). The category average is nearly half that speed (286 MBps).

The integrated Intel UHD Graphics 620 (upgradable to AMD Radeon RX 540 2GB) maintained a solid 55 frames per second while running Dirt 3. While that is well above a playable 30 fps, the EliteBook’s competitors ran the game at higher frame rates.

Battery Life

The EliteBook 840 will last an average workday. While web surfing over Wi-Fi at 150 nits of brightness, the laptop lasted for 8 hours and 31 minutes. It narrowly beat the 8:20 average but fell behind the Latitude 7490 (8:55) and MateBook X (9:55), and it didn’t come close to the ThinkPad X1 (11:01). It’s important to note that the EliteBook 840 lasted only 6:17 while Sure View was turned on.

Webcam and Mic

While the Privacy Camera feature is neat, malicious hackers wouldn’t be able to make out much anyway. As I pulled my face toward the webcam, it could barely capture any details, whether it be the hairs on my head or the freckles on my face. This camera does handle contrast rather well, as the light from the office windows didn’t overwhelm the photo, but the colors were dull.

HP’s noise canceling, world-facing microphone can filter background noise decently, but voices not so much. I placed the back of the laptop toward my editor, who sits two chairs away from me, and the microphone could pick up her voice clearly as she spoke on the phone. Even though the microphone couldn’t remove background voices, the quality itself was relatively clear.

Heat

The EliteBook 840 can run a little warm, but nothing too extreme. After I ran an HD video for 15 minutes, the HP’s undercarriage measured 99 degrees Fahrenheit. That’s slightly above our 95-degree comfort threshold. Meanwhile, the touchpad and center of the keyboard hit a cooler 87 and 98 degrees, respectively. The hottest temp was 101 degrees, which came from the lower left side of the undercarriage.

Software and Warranty

HP jam-packs a ton of its own apps into the EliteBook 840. The most useful one is HP’s Recovery Manager, which can perform maintenance, reinstall drivers and manage backups. HP Support Assistant manages warranty and computer updates. On the security side, HP Client Security takes care of fingerprints, Sure Recover and other features.

HP JumpStart provides tutorials and download suggestions for people who need help with their PCs. HP PhoneWise allows you to connect your phone to your PC to take and make phone calls as well as send and receive text messages. HP WorkWise provides a way to manage your PC’s performance and security via a phone app with the same name. There’s also HP’s own download manager, a malware scanner for web browsers and a printing manager.

MORE: Best Hard Drive Speed

Along with all of those apps, comes a decent amount of bloatware, starring Candy Crush Saga, Cooking Fever, March of Empires: War of Lords and so much more.

The EliteBook 840 comes with a three-year limited warranty that can be downgraded to a one-year warranty. See how HP performed on our Tech Support Showdown and Best and Worst Brands ranking.

Configurations

The EliteBook 840 I tested cost $2,295 at the time of this review and comes with an Intel Core i7-8650U processor, 16GB of RAM, a 512GB M.2 PCIe NVMe SSD and an Intel UHD Graphics 620.

The lowest possible config costs $1,182 and features an Intel Core i5-7200U, 4GB of RAM and a 128GB M2 SATA-3 TLC SSD. This config removes the webcam.

The ultimate version costs a meaty $3,319.50 and is capped out with an Intel Core i7-8650U processor, 32GB of RAM, a 1TB PCIe NVMe TLC SSD, an AMD Radeon RX 540 2GB graphics card and the 700-nit Sure View privacy display.

Bottom Line

Power, security, productivity and entertainment: The EliteBook 840 excels at it all. From its keyboard and privacy display to its speakers and performance, every aspect of this business laptop is high quality. Just avoid the dim display on the base model of this system if you can, particularly if you like to watch movies on your laptop.

If your main priority is battery life, go for the ThinkPad X1 Carbon (starting at $1,519), which lasts a couple of hours longer on a charge and has a stunning (but pricey) optional HDR display. But overall, the EliteBook 840 provides everything you could want from a well-rounded business notebook.

TECHNICAL SPECIFICATIONS

CPU Intel Core i7-8650U processor (1.9 GHz, up to 4.2 GHz with Turbo Boost, 8 MB Cache, 4 core) Operating System Windows 10 Pro RAM 16GB RAM Upgradable to 16GB Hard Drive Size 512GB SSD Hard Drive Speed Hard Drive Type M.2 PCIe NVMe SSD Secondary Hard Drive Size Secondary Hard Drive Speed Secondary Hard Drive Type Display Size 14 Highest Available Resolution 3840 x 2160 Native Resolution 1920×1080 Optical Drive Optical Drive Speed Graphics Card Intel UHD Graphics 620 Video Memory Wi-Fi 802.11 a/b/g/n/ac Wi-Fi Model Intel Dual-Band Wireless AC 8265 Bluetooth Bluetooth 4.2 Mobile Broadband Touchpad Size 4.2 x 2.3 Ports (excluding USB) RJ-45 Ports (excluding USB) USB Type-C Ports (excluding USB) SIM card Ports (excluding USB) USB 3.0 Ports (excluding USB) Smart Card Reader Ports (excluding USB) Combo Headphone/Mic Jack Ports (excluding USB) Docking Connector Ports (excluding USB) Fingerprint Scanner Ports (excluding USB) HDMI USB Ports 3 Card Slots SIM Card Slots Smart Card Warranty/Support 1 or 3 year limited warranty Size 12.84 x 9.22 x 0.7 inches Weight 3.39 pounds Company Website http://www8.hp.com/us/en/home.html

HP EliteBook 840 G5

Editors’ rating: The Pros Classy design; Awesome keyboard; Solid battery life; Vivid privacy display; Quality audio…

HP EliteBook 840 G5 Editors' rating: The Pros Classy design; Awesome keyboard; Solid battery life; Vivid privacy display; Quality audio…

0 notes

koristore-blog · 6 years ago

Text

Editors’ rating:

The Pros

Classy design; Awesome keyboard; Solid battery life; Vivid privacy display; Quality audio

The Cons

Blurry webcam; Display on base model is mediocre

Verdict

The EliteBook 840 G5 is an absolute beauty of a business laptop, providing a comfy keyboard, strong performance and amazing sound in a stylish design.

Design

Security and Durability

Display

MORE: Laptops with the Best Display Brightness

Keyboard, Touchpad and Pointing Stick

The keyboard is incredibly comfortable, allowing me to sail past my 60-words-per-minute average.

The 4.2 x 2.3 touchpad is smooth and responsive, with a decent pair of clickers. It captures all of the key Windows 10 gestures, from two-finger window scrolling to three-finger task swiping.

Audio

While listening to ‘Stressed Out’ by Twenty One Pilots, I heard every single entracing beat from the percussion to the keyboard as they creatively intertwined with Tyler Joseph’s vocals.

Performance

MORE: Laptops with the Best Overall Performance

Battery Life

Webcam and Mic

Heat

Software and Warranty

MORE: Best Hard Drive Speed

Along with all of those apps, comes a decent amount of bloatware, starring Candy Crush Saga, Cooking Fever, March of Empires: War of Lords and so much more.

The EliteBook 840 comes with a three-year limited warranty that can be downgraded to a one-year warranty. See how HP performed on our Tech Support Showdown and Best and Worst Brands ranking.

Configurations

The EliteBook 840 I tested cost $2,295 at the time of this review and comes with an Intel Core i7-8650U processor, 16GB of RAM, a 512GB M.2 PCIe NVMe SSD and an Intel UHD Graphics 620.

The lowest possible config costs $1,182 and features an Intel Core i5-7200U, 4GB of RAM and a 128GB M2 SATA-3 TLC SSD. This config removes the webcam.

Bottom Line

TECHNICAL SPECIFICATIONS

HP EliteBook 840 G5 Editors' rating: The Pros Classy design; Awesome keyboard; Solid battery life; Vivid privacy display; Quality audio…

0 notes

ourartzoneblog-blog · 7 years ago

Text

Marine Hot Water Heaters Dept Blog: Finding New Uses For Old Sails

Don't Be So Quick To Trash Your Old Sails

Raritan Engineering Company your marine hot water heaters specialists would like to share with you these topics we thought would be of interest to you this month regarding finding new uses for old sails.

Your marine hot water heaters experts talk about how upcycling is a bit of a buzzword these days, but the concept is nothing new to the cruising sailor. While traditional recycling involves breaking down used products to create new raw materials (think old water bottles made into a new fleece vest), upcycling refers to the creative reuse of an item without so much processing (more along the lines of a table made from an old door).

After we trialed our new main to make sure it fit properly, I looked for a spot to store the old one, planning to keep the damaged sail as an emergency backup. All I found was the settee in the main saloon. Keeping it as a spare was not an option.

Sails, like all equipment, eventually need to be replaced, but major damage doesn't have to take the wind out of your sails forever. With a little imagination, not only can you get a return on your investment, but, more important, you can save most of the material from ending up in the landfill.

Made for the Shade

A boom tent is a basic rectangle, an easy project to start with. Here's how I went about it:

To determine the width of the boom tent, I measured the distance between the center of the boom and the bottom wire on the lifelines and multiplied by two.

Starting from the tack, I measured the needed length along the luff of the sail. By incorporating the grommets that were at regular intervals along the luff (and removing the slugs), I already had strong points on one side of the boom tent to use for tie-downs.

I measured the width of the tent out from the luff and marked a dot every foot or so. By connecting the dots with a straight edge, I had a cut mark for the other side of the tent.

After double-checking my measurements, I made the cut and hemmed the raw edge. This particular sail had a fairly flat cut, so I simply used the foot of the sail as the other short end, with the added bonus that the large grommet at the tack worked as a strong tie-down point.

I now had three edges of my big rectangle complete. The clew had too much reinforcement to do much with (quite heavy and near impossible to sew), so I cut it off, effectively squaring off the fourth side.

Playing the Angles

Breathe New Life Into Your Sails

The awning for the foredeck was more of a triangle than a rectangle, but the theory was all the same. I planned to use the spinnaker pole as the support, and I needed tie-downs at the two outboard edges, as well as one fore and one aft on the centerline.

Check out our marine water heaters selection here at Raritan Engineering, where we always take care of your marine sanitation supply needs.

Instead of working from a straight edge, this time I measured out from the center, drawing a capital I that was as tall as I wanted my awning long.

I measured and drew the top and bottom lines to the correct lengths, and then connected the four corners to create the outline of the awning.

Since this was a much smaller piece of material, the tie-down attachments didn't need to be quite as robust; a loop of strong webbing, well sewn at the corners, would be good enough.

Bug Off

We had been sleeping with a standard off-the-shelf mosquito net draped over the V-berth, but it wasn't quite the right size. No matter how much tape I used to stick it up, the net came falling down after a few nights of tossing and turning. Instead of surrounding us with netting, I wanted to build a wall that enclosed the whole V-berth.

While the sewing machine was hot, I whipped up a storage bag for the dinghy, both for the offseason and to protect it when we store it on passage, rolled up and strapped down with ratchet straps.

Tools For the Job

Most industrial-strength sewing machines with a walking foot can handle sailcloth and other heavy fabrics. Sailrite, Juki and Adler machines are popular options, as are older Pfaff and Singer models.

Sun exposure for a given project will inform your choice of thread. “We use a 200-denier PTFE or Teflon thread because it's impervious to UV or any chemicals, and lasts the life of the fabric or even longer,” says Mark Hood.

You'll need a sharp-point needle in the 20- to 23-gauge range to punch through sailcloth. Increase the gauge if you're planning to sew through more than a few layers.

Sailcloth is tough stuff, so you'll need a large, sharp pair of scissors to cut patterns. To get through multiple layers and reinforced panels, try a razor blade.

So don't forget these great reminders on which tools you will need so that you can find new life for your old sails. You will need an industrial-strength sewing machine, thread, sharp-point needle in the 20 to 23 guage range, and a sailcloth.

California Police Officer Saves Dog From Burning Sailboat

Upon reaching the burning boat, he realized that in order to save the dog he would have to earn the scared animal's trust first. As a horse trainer and all-around animal lover, Ruggles knew he was the right man for the job, and did what he could to calm the dog as the crowd watched tensely from the harbor.

“When I first got there, I reached out for the dog and he started barking and growling. So I tried to talk to him in a soft voice, and see if that would help,” Ruggles said. “He was very wide-eyed and his ears were up, so you could see how scared he was.”

Order your marine water here at Raritan Engineering and see how we provide you the best products in the marine sanitation industry today.

Be sure to watch our latest video on marine hot water heaters below.

youtube

via Upcycling Your Sails

via California Police Officer Saves Dog From Burning Sailboat

0 notes

kaiserhsoze · 7 years ago

Photo

On this week's episode of tales from the garden: updates on drainage project, weeding around the bushes, and throwing some shade. The weekend began bright and early with the pulling of weeds from around the berry bushes. Once the ground was cleared of green competition attention shifted to the front drainage project. The newly installed plastic sheeting was tucked and directed into the existing drainage channel and secured with gravel. The gravel was then covered with river stones to give a nice stream bed look. The weeds were pulled and the pumpkin patch was turned and prepared to be added to the newly acquired pumpkin containment units. These will serve as above ground planters to help prevent weed incursion and to help control drainage. The raised planter bed in the garden was turned to help the drainage and introduce more organic material into the high clay content soil. That combination of work left my sad old body broken and limping into a nice glass of scotch and soreness. Sunday morning dawned with watering and more weeding. The last of the weeds were removed from around the berry bushes. This paved the way for crazy and dangerous antics related to mounting a new shade sail. The sail mounts needed to be screwed into the rafters under the eaves which required death defying acts of sheer insanity. Long story short I'm glad I still have my climbing harnesses (as well as paracord). The design came out well enough, even though the sail is an equal lateral triangle instead of a right angled sail. The solar panels for the two garden fountains were cleaned up and mounted to a post to increase light collection. The fountains were cleaned out and filled with fresh water. A plastic pot drip tray was affixed to an old table base to serve as a rudimentary bird bath for our dear feathered friends. These tasks took us until noon or so and that meant dinner preparation was at hand. A fire was started in the fire pit and the ribs marinating in the fridge were retrieved and tossed into the smoker. The next six hours or so were spent monitoring and managing the smoker as well as enjoying new and exciting brews. (at La Mesa, California)

0 notes

garagedoorshampshire · 8 years ago

Text

50 Strikingly-Modern Dining Rooms That Inspire You To Entertain

Whether you’re entertaining colleagues or inviting extended family home, a designer dining room is always sure to impress. No longer just for family dinners, dining areas can be the central feature of specially-cooked cuisine, or just the platform for some wine and a few hor d’ouvres. Rediscover your love of entertaining with these fifty dining rooms that each inspire our awe. All modern in look, they combine exposed brick walls with complex chairing, sloped ceilings with tinted glass and pendant lighting with the most beautiful dining surfaces. Find the style best suited to your interior, for an inspiring space that makes your meal time delicious.

Architect: ArchObraz Photographer: Andrey Avdeenko We’ve never seen a better way to utilise an attic. This curved space exploits a seeming disadvantage to full effect, with illuminated metal beams making waves across the kitchen. Painted wooden floors and monochrome furniture let the structure be the hero.

Visualizer: Antonio Rodríguez Another ceiling forms a triangle in this white and bright dining room. Folding together like origami, its walls stay neutral in white, while inset cubbies hold windows, books and a full-length wooden table. A red floral offering on the kitchen bench ties together with the chairs.

Designer: Tierney Conner Design Studio A feature light can make ceilings more interesting. This wooden fixture folds over like a floppy hat, matching tonally with wooden flooring and a lighter-coloured bench. White and wood chairs let a turquoise squab and cushioning mark out a space for eating.

Designer: Schlicht Lamprecht Make your bench part of your wall. This white and wooden interior frames an inlet, with warm timber panels and LED lighting. Three hanging pendant lights complete this space-saving look.

Visualizer: Zrobym Architects Scandinavian pastels never go out of style. Resonating with the mint in the lounge, dreamy lemon chairs match with plastic dome lighting and wooden furniture, for a colourful look that’s easy on the eye.

Visualizer: Sana Assylbayeva Go darker in tone, with shades of black thrown in. This modern dining room sits among a block sofa, padded chair and LED-lit kitchen, forming a tidy circle looking out on a view. A host of white cylindrical lights mark the space from the ceiling.

Architect: Egue and Seta Blue is not always the right choice, but in this design, it shines. Paired with unusual raftered ceilings and exposed brick, modern furniture stencils a space for eating, heroing cabinetry in bright blue. An array of blown-glass vases and indoor pot plants settle it in.

Visualizer: Dekaa Looking for something a bit more minimalist? This monochrome dining area is all texture, no colour. Slanted black flooring holds eight black silicone chairs, while a white frame table encircles them. Tinted glass pendants drop definitively from the ceiling, meeting simple accessories head on.

Visualizer: Albert Mizuno Go to the other extreme, with a dining room all in white. Set with unique teapots on a rustic wooden board, two pendant lamps blend into white cabinetry, letting wooden chairs with matching crockery do the talking.

Visualizer: Juliya Butova Let your dining chairs take over the room. These beautiful filigree seats match perfectly with over-sized wall clocks and black dome lighting.

Visualizer: Vladimir Prichina Make your dining room stand out, with a stunning living wall. Cosying up to a paper lantern and a shelf full of books, a white table, simple chairing and sprigged glass vase give this green feature dominance.

Visualizer: ONI Architects White and wood need not be boring. Two grandiose discs full of scintillating lightbulbs grace this dining room table, a lesson in modern opulence amidst white and brown leather chairing.

Visualizer: Artem Bobrov Take your dining room to the space age, with a hollow round light as its centre. Black geometry and pops of greenery make this white-walled beauty a ‘how-to’ for black and white dining rooms.

Visualizer: Paulo Rosario Elevate your bachelor pad to a higher state of sophistication. Using a grey, black and wooden colour palette, three pendants drop down to a casually-styled table afront an exposed brick wall. A muted Turkish rug makes connections.

Visualizer: Guilherme de Laurentiis Want the splendour of a full-sized dining room, without the space? Drop a spider chandelier over the top of a monochrome table and surround it with translucent seating, a posy of flowers and a modern floating staircase.

Visualizer: Krzysztof Kuczyński Having your guests over for breakfast? Make it feel warm in full-walled wood; make it interesting with chairs of mesh; and make it healthy with a modern fruit bowl in the centre.

Visualizer: K Band Don’t let your dining break your indoor flow. Backed by glass and bordered by a wooden kitchen cube, this dining area hosts guests and lets you watch TV at breakfast time.

Visualizer: Nicolas Jouslin A contemporary dining space doesn’t have to be colourful. This grey ensemble features a circular woollen rug, suede booth chairs, a table in stone and wooden disc pendant afront a bounty of books

Visualizer: Vladimir Prichina Red induces hunger, passion and desire. Bring its senses to your dinner time, with these luscious quilted chairs accompanied by a crystal chandelier, marble façade and twin set of climbing orchids.

Visualizer: Hoàng Long Rather be sailing than entertaining? Bring along your guests for the ride, with this diner’s example of nautical home décor. Using a small space to maximum effect, white walls and wooden floors hold white and lime chairs, as a ship’s steering wheel adds sailor’s focus.

Visualizer: All In Studio Can’t choose between exposed brick and wooden panelling? House them both, in this industrial-style dining room with black filigree chairs and white block elements.

Designer: Craft For a look you can live with day in, day out, this dining room covers the basics. Wide wooden floors hold a same-hue table, while low-lying leather chairs settle amongst an array of plants.

Visualizer: Krzysztof Bogdanowicz Bring the forest to your supper. Set on a plush grey rug amidst stone pots and Eastern lanterns, simple black and wooden furniture lets the view work its magic.

Visualizer: Archish Gallery Fancy a more decorated approach? Juxtaposing inside and outside worlds, this dining room shows rocks and shrubs outside, shiny bauble pendants inside. A seemingly-random assortment of cups, saucers and a fruit platter keeps the feel natural.

Architect: Drozdov Partners Inject the rustic into your inner-city apartment. Floored in light timber with stacked wood accents, this large space keeps it simple with grey fabric pods and a copper pendant trio.

Visualizer: Djamal Mustafaev Stencilling is an elegant way to make your dining space more modern. Framing the kitchen cabinets, bench and dining furniture in black and white, a hanging kitchen cabinet and row of magnetic lighting create a look slim and sleek.

Visualizer: Natalia Liventsova Take your guests to another world, with this ethereal dining room in grey and white. As a large horse stampedes towards the exterior, finely-crafted chairs and a steampunk chandelier linger amidst pops of violet. A shaft of grey blinds sequester off the space.

Designer: Suzie McAdam Go earthy and modern in your dining room. Pops of copper, olive and burgundy invite in hungry guests upon a cleansing backdrop of solid white.

Visualizer: Anastasia Bakurova Artwork can focus your dining setting. This simple round table hosts furniture in beige and brown, while monochrome prints and a striped pot plant give the space a modern edge. Simple copper and white LED pendants add the final touch.

Visualizer: Line Architects Designate your dining room through colour and form. Bathed in a sea of white, wooden cabinets and bookshelves lead the way to a solid dining table and bold dome lamps.

Visualizer: Lugerin Igor Make the most of a smaller space, in shades of grey. This dining area sits astride the lounge and kitchen, marked by a pair of charcoal pendants, a wooden table and non-intrusive seating. An LED-lit ceiling panel highlights the divide.

Visualizer: Denis Bespalov Draw attention to your dining room with one bold colour. Turquoise dominates this dining area, with linen chairs and hanging baubles around a solid, rustic table.

Designer: MAArchitects Making your dining room modern can be achieved with chairs. These futuristic pods look as fitting in a Miami penthouse as in this simple white-and-wooden home. A black enamel table adds contrast.

Photographer: Christian Gahl It doesn’t get much simpler than this. Go back to basics with light wooden floors, a classic table and white walls. Clean and contoured lines in the chairs, vase sprigs and drop lanterns make it modern.

Visualizer: INSED school There’s no need to follow a rulebook when designing for dining. This space proffers a corrugated ceiling, concrete dome lamp and art deco painting astride Scandinavian-style chairs.

Visualizer: Helmie Halim Eat inside a geometric paradise. These honeycomb walls hold an array of wooden furniture, angled pendants, monochrome prints and indoor house plants to keep them company.

Visualizer: Marc Tarrés For those after a Scandinavian dining room, this space has the basics. White walls, a large extractor fan, exposed brick, and monochrome and wooden elements make designing your dining room easy.

Visualizer: Genius Loci Let the accessories do the talking. Set afront a charcoal feature plinth, wooden chairs and white lights round off to showcase fashionable abstracts, jugs and unique decorative vases.

Designer: Summer Thornton Want to make the 60’s modern again? Set this marble table with lime wicker cane chairs, colour grid artwork, a vintage rug and a dangling of mustard drop lights.

Visualizer: Ab Architects Form and function dazzle in this black, wood and grey creation. As a fire roars in a box to the right, fine-legged low seating looks out to potted plants and a labyrinth of windows and chiffon.

Visualizer: INSED school Sometimes the most interesting elements are above the shelves. This white and wood dining room dangles a slatted lantern over a vase of pussywillow, and three bottles of green to draw in the eye.

Visualizer: Tu Nguyen Hoang Let your guests walk straight into dinner. Set on a warm wooden floor with a storage cabinet feature, a row of six chairs welcome with a bevy of green and cylindrical lamps.

Visualizer: Focus Studio White Chinese lanterns take on a life of their own in this whimsical dining setting. Charcoal walls with minimal artwork mute the background, while terracotta leather chairs and a central water pitcher look up to the ceiling.

Visualizer: Lyubimova Kate Black and white can be anything but classic. A zig-zagging LED hovers over curved black chairs and an intricate wooden table, as mini planters act the centrepiece.

Visualizer: Vittorio Bonapace Be dramatic with your dining. Bathed in black with cupboards and chandeliers in gold, this luxurious dining room oozes opulence with French panelling, a mosaic partition and stunning set of unique wine glasses.

Designer: Grosfeld van der Velde Juxtapose nature with futuristic furniture. Chrome and white make their mark upon a hessian rug, beside a flowing chair, lantern and Lazy Susan.

Visualizer: Abdul Latif Go for geometric black, in this dark and decadent dining space. Carving out a corner of a grey and white abode, it sculpts chairs out of angles, corrugates feature panels and plants shocks of orange on the insides of its lamps.

Visualizer: Geometrix Studio White space abounds in this modern dining setting. Floating black chairs zig-zag their way in and out of a solid white table and LED block sculpture.

Visualizer: Yovo Bozhinovski Earthy and futuristic themes meet, in this chocolate and mandarin dining area. As sculpted wood makes waves in a partial wall, a hanging table welcomes silicone chairs in alternating shades.

Visualizer: Mitos Need a focal point for your monochrome dining room? Pick from either a canvassed grid or snow-capped pines, in this sleek dining area blessed with two views.

Exposed Brick: Two Ways

Design a Chic Modern Space Around a Brick Accent Wall

5 Houses That Put a Modern Twist on Exposed Brick

A Creative Brick House Controls the Interior Climate and Looks Amazing

Bedrooms With Exposed Brick Walls

Brick Wall Studio Apartment Inspiration

from Interior Design Ideas http://www.home-designing.com/modern-style-dining-room-design-ideas-photos-inspiration

#Interior Design Ideas

0 notes