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The ‘Lockheed Lounge’ chair by Marc Newson

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Restored TWA Flight Center John F. Kennedy International Airport - Photo Review

In August 2024, a layover at New York City’s John F. Kennedy International (JFK) presented the opportunity to treat myself to an encore tour of the restored TWA Flight Center at JFK Terminal 5. Created for Trans World Airlines (TWA) by Finnish-American architect Eero Saarinen, the Flight Center was designed in the late 1950s, opened in 1962, and served as TWA’s JFK terminal until 2001 when it…

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The SR-71 crew who training in anti-SAM tactics left a 5-mile-long contrail in the stratosphere after dumping fuel for 10 seconds to see if the afterburner would ignite the fuel trail

The Blackbird

The SR-71, unofficially known as the “Blackbird,” is a long-range, advanced, strategic reconnaissance aircraft developed from the Lockheed A-12 and YF-12A aircraft. The first flight of an SR-71 took place on Dec. 22, 1964, and the first SR-71 to enter service was delivered to the 4200th (later 9th) Strategic Reconnaissance Wing at Beale Air Force Base, Calif., in January 1966. The U.S. Air Force retired its fleet of SR-71s on Jan. 26, 1990.

CLICK HERE to see The Aviation Geek Club contributor Linda Sheffield’s T-shirt designs! Linda has a personal relationship with the SR-71 because her father Butch Sheffield flew the Blackbird from test flight in 1965 until 1973. Butch’s Granddaughter’s Lisa Burroughs and Susan Miller are graphic designers. They designed most of the merchandise that is for sale on Threadless. A percentage of the profits go to Flight Test Museum at Edwards Air Force Base. This nonprofit charity is personal to the Sheffield family because they are raising money to house SR-71, #955. This was the first Blackbird that Butch Sheffield flew on Oct. 4, 1965.

During its operational lifetime, the SR-71 provided intelligence about the Yom Kippur War in 1973, the Israeli invasion of Lebanon in 1982, the US raid on Libya in 1986 and the revelation of Iranian Silkworm missile batteries in 1987. The USAF ceased SR-71 operations in January 1990.

Throughout its nearly 24-year career, the SR-71 remained the world’s fastest and highest-flying operational aircraft. From 80,000 feet, it could survey 100,000 square miles of Earth’s surface per hour.

SR-71 crews anti-SAM tactics

In 1968 the SR-71 crewmembers spent most of their time in the crew lounge, discussing anti-SAM tactics.

As told by Paul Crickmore in his book SR-71 Blackbird (Combat Legends), as the 9th Strategic Reconnaissance Wing approached the time when they would be flying out of the country at Kadena Air Base, Okinawa.

The SR-71 crew who training in anti-SAM tactics left a 5-mile-long contrail in the stratosphere after dumping fuel for 10 seconds to see if the afterburner would ignite the fuel trail

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The plan was to penetrate enemy airspace at Mach 3. If fired upon, the pilot would accelerate to Mach 3.2 and climb, thereby forcing the missile’s guiding system to re-calculate the intercept solution. One idea was also to dump fuel to become lighter, thereby increasing the climb rate.

A 5-mile-long contrail in the stratosphere

A crew ended that debate during a Sortie over Montana by dumping fuel for 10 seconds to see if the afterburner would ignite the fuel trail. Instead, this turned instantly into an ice cloud in the fridge -55�� C stratosphere and left a 5-mile-long contrail finger pointing directly at the aircraft.

The pilot reported that he could see the trail for hundreds of miles after turning back towards the west. That plan was scratched. That was the opposite effect, but they wanted regardless, the SR-71 was the first attempt at stealth in an airplane.

Be sure to check out Linda Sheffield Miller (Col Richard (Butch) Sheffield’s daughter, Col. Sheffield was an SR-71 Reconnaissance Systems Officer) Twitter X Page Habubrats SR-71, Instagram Page SR71Habubrats and Facebook Page Born into the Wilde Blue Yonder Habubrats for awesome Blackbird’s photos and stories.

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Lockheed Lounge LC-1 by Mark Newson, 1988

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It Rains Aboard the February

Short thing I wrote while abroad. SciFi Horrorish? Might revisit some time to do more with it.

Please check out the tags for trigger warnings. Gonna list 'em up here too:

#tw child death #tw blood #tw gore #tw overt racism #tw mention of unaliving

"I heard this thing can go twice as fast as those military planes. You know, the ones radar can't see," said Markus, watching the sun arc over the curve of the world from the porthole of the February. He swirled his cocktail in one hand, pressed a finger to the impossibly thick glass.

"Are you all set, sir?" the server at his elbow asked. Her nametag said something he didn't know how to pronounce.

"Sure," he replied, waving her away. 

She left with a click of heels and the whoosh of heavily filtered air. He'd have to tell Lockheed about the sound the door made--too loud, disruptive. The instinct to check his smartwatch came and went. He was supposed to be on vacation; no emails, no conference calls--something cold touched the back of his neck and he wiped at it, distracted by the swirl of clouds over Canada. If he asked, maybe the pilot would let him use one of the telescopes to find Sarah sitting on the back porch of her mother's house where she'd fled from the states, from him, her hands dirty with garden dirt. 

Markus drank the rest of his cocktail, nose wrinkling. Vacation, he reminded himself. He was in orbit on Lockheed's dime, for chrissakes. Jettisoned as far away from everything as humanly possible by the fuel of grit and prosperity, good service, good practice and long nights standing between Lockheed and the budding union heads in untailored suits.

He left the lounge for the spa. A massage would get his mind off things.

***

Stretched out on his stomach, he floated in the red warmth behind his eyelids, Anita's blunt knuckles kneading at a knot in the meat of his shoulder. He grunted when her weight bore down.

Anita asked, "Good? Bad?"

"Fine," he said. A little pain meant it was working. The white noise playing from the ceiling speakers changed to the hiss of soft rain, the hum of an engine, the padding under him fine Italian leather. "Can you change the noise?" he asked.

The masseuse hummed, her soft footsteps going to the side table. "Batteries are dead. Lo siento, I will find more," she apologized, hurrying out. 

Markus grumbled and shifted on the table under the towel. Water hit him, cold and wet, slithering down his arm. "Anita, what the fuck is leaking?" he called. 

"La lluvia," said a girl's voice above the sound of traffic and water dripping into a gutter. 

Markus shoved himself up onto his elbows and craned his neck. Who the fuck had brought their kid--

She stood in a paisley raincoat in the shadow beyond the doorway, dripping water onto the shining plex floor. 

Markus grabbed at the towel around his waist, scrambling off the table. He slipped and landed hard on his hip, "Fuck." He could see her small legs and her rainboots between the legs of the massage table. 

Don't worry, Lockheed had told him. We'll deal with it. It was raining. You didn't see her. You hydroplaned. Accidents happen. The car was brand new and so fast, he wasn't used to it yet, he didn't know how the light had been red. Horrible tragedy, not worthy of manslaughter, your honor. Mister Markus Holland regrets--

"La lluvia," said the girl in the raincoat. 

Then it poured in buckets, soaking through his towel, hammering against his shoulders. The room would fill. He would drown. No matter the sleeping pills, the drinks, the company bonuses--he would drown.

"Mister Holland," Anita said, standing over him, brown eyes large and worried, dry. "Did you fall?"

No girl, no water. Markus clambered to his feet. "No, I--did you bring a goddamn kid here?" he yelled. He must've seen her welfare brat running around somewhere and it made him remember.

Anita blinked. "No, no there are no children on the ship, Mister Holland," she answered. "Do you...want me to work more on you or?"

Markus stormed out, tying the towel at his waist with shaking fingers. He should've been keeping up with the sleeping pills, even if they made him feel like shit in the morning. Lack of sleep could make a person hallucinate. In his room he took a dose, pulled on a pair of lounge pants and went to the large, plush bed to wait for them to kick in and his heart to stop hammering. It wasn't his fault. The Porsche had been fast--his first luxury car--the rain had been dense. Could happen to anyone.

The ceiling was made of asphalt, glistening with water and puddle mirrors. Her body was crumpled against the drain, leg at a wrong angle, fingers curled limp and pale. 

He opened his mouth to scream. Water dripped from her hair into the back of his throat. No, no. It had been--

"La lluvia," she said, head lolling like it would come off.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry--"

Her eyes looked at him, glassy and discolored. One disoriented in the socket and showing pink muscle. 

"They needed me. I was their golden boy. I couldn't go down for--for--"

Droplets let go from her fingers, tinged with red as they hit his face. The girl's eyes had been the same hazel as Sarah's as she'd served him divorce papers,"You can keep the car."

"I don't want the car. I don't want the money."

"You did, and you got them."

***

Sarah stretched out on the weathered porch boards, giving her back a break from pulling weeds out of the vegetable bed. The rabbits had done a number on it but she had more chicken wire coming. Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she checked the number. 'Ralph LOCKHEED.' She didn't remember his last name anymore. Not that it mattered. She answered him with, "If you're going to try and apologize for Markus again, I'm tossing my phone in the creek."

"No," he answered quickly. "Don't hang up. Listen, Markus passed. The cops are investigating because he left a will. Emailed it out just before his death. He left you a lot of his assets. The rest are going to the mother of that girl he hit and, get this, a couple union heads he'd busted."

Sarah heard herself ask, "Did he kill himself?"

"That's the story the cops are going with, but here's the thing. He drowned."

"But...he was on the February, right? That fancy billionaire's spaceship?"

"Yes,” Ralph answered. “And he drowned."

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Marc Newson's Lockheed Lounge, 1986.

To achieve the level of precision and perfection he intended for the piece, Marc used thin sheets of pure aluminium, which was more malleable than an alloy. Rather than use sandbags for hammering out nonspecific shapes, he made additional moulds of fibreglass from the Lockheed’s form purely for hammering the aluminium panels. This helped to achieve the precise contours, but to assemble the panels together on the lounge, each had to be individually cut and filed to fit. For this reason, each Lockheed in the edition is unique, taking up to six months to produce. [x]

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My review and photos of the TWA Hotel at JFK Airport

Let me spin you a yarn about my favourite airport hotel in the world, the TWA Hotel at JFK Airport in New York. This hotel is a real beauty, and it’s got a great story behind it.

Once upon a time, in the golden era of air travel, TWA - Trans World Airlines - was a big shot in the aviation world. Their Flight Center at JFK Airport, designed by the legendary architect Eero Saarinen, was the bee’s knees when it opened in 1962. It was a true symbol of the Jet Age, with its swooping lines, massive windows, and ultra-modern interiors. But, like so much technology - particularly aviation technology - it was practically obsolete by the time it opened with the Lockheed Constellation it was planned to accomodate being swiftly replaced by jetliners. TWA sadly went belly up in January 2001 and was acquired by American Airlines, who then made most of the staff redundant later that year as September 11 left a dent in the air travel market.

For years the iconic TWA Flight Center sat empty, gathering dust and waiting for someone to give it a new lease on life. Enter MCR Development, who had the idea to turn the old bird into a swanky hotel. So, in 2018 they restored the Flight Center to its former glory and added two hotel wings with 512 guest rooms.

The building

Eero Saarinen is one of the great architects of the twentieth century and although the TWA Hotel is a little different to the TWA Flight Center Saarinen designed, it’s still got the Eero blood running through it’s entire fuselage.

Inside

Connie

There’s a fully restored 1958 Lockheed Constellation airplane called “Connie” that’s been repurposed as a cocktail lounge, where you can sip on a cold one and dream about the good ol' days. The original Flight Centre was designed to serve Constellations but as quickly as TWA put them into service and the terminal started putting passengers aboard jet planes started replacing them.

The Connie was a plane at the right place but the wrong time.

Connie was even hosting a wedding the day I was there.

The pool

The rooftop pool at the hotel is a major attraction, firstly because it’s a pool at JFK, secondly because of the view, thirdly because on cold days it’s heated like a jacuzzi, and finally because you can sip a cocktail in a jacuzzi warm pool with your kids watching Emirates Airbus A380s land and taxi so close that you could throw a stone at the captain.

The actual hotel stay

Our inbound flight to JFK from San Diego arrived at 7am, and we had a midnight flight out to Paris, so we booked an 8am to 8pm day rate and that cost $249 USD which at the time was cheaper than an overnight, and cheaper than two overnights which is what we’d need to book at a regular hotel to allow for an 8am to 8pm stay.

The food was actually really good. We generally don’t dine at airport hotel restaurants because their quality is usually poor and the price high, because they know they have you cornered. The Paris Cafe food however was really really good.

The front of house service however was poor. Housekeeping staff were beyond friendly and lovely, but the people at reception and front of house in food and beverage service really made us feel like we’d ruined their day.

So, there you have it, the story and photos of the TWA Hotel at JFK Airport. It’s a testament to the spirit of innovation and the importance of preserving USA’s architectural gems. If you’re ever in the Big Apple, it’s definitely worth checking out this iconic piece of American aviation history.

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lockheed lounge by marc newson, described in the artist’s words as a “giant blob of mercury” [c.a 1986]

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Lockheed Lounge

marc newson

idée (1988)

{0:00} rain / madonna

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Lockheed Congenial Starlight Lounge, 1955

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Marc Newson’s Lockheed Lounge & Ettore Sottsass & Johanna Grawunder

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Empires SMP Characters as Iconic Chairs

I thought I'd re-do this post properly now that it's not almost 1am in the morning.

Sausage - Eames lounge chair. Comfy, classy, colour scheme fits the mythlands I think.

Lizzie - Tulip chair. Cool, sleek, pretty. Better if it came in pink and cyan but whatever

Fwhip - Lockheed lounge. He's a prankster and this chair is *breathes deeply* don't even get me started. Looks like it was created by a mad inventor and then squashed in an explosion or something

Pix - Wassily chair in cream. Nice, classy, legs that won't sink into desert sand.

Jimmy - Eames plastic shell chair in green with upholstery and the eiffel base. Couldn't find a photo of this specific combo but imagine this in green and tell I'm wrong

Joel - Bel air chair. Absolute madlad he deserves it

Catherine - Barcelona chair with purple upholstery. Fits with the whole amethyst and white concrete thing & her dress colour, purple and shiny

Shrub - Eames elephant. I don't know if this necessarily counts as a chair but she deserves it regardless

Thanks for coming to my TED talk there may be a part two if anyone is interested

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Illyana x Reader (f)- "No way in hell"

(f/c)- favorite candy

Y/n

"It is now 7:30, everyone should be awake now and getting ready for the day. At 11:30 everyone should meet in the consulting room, then you are free for the day. It is now 7:30 everyone should be awake now." echoed in the small concrete room.

   I groaned and got up, putting on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. I brushed my hair and waited for Dr.Reyes to open the door. About 5 minutes later all the doors opened and were able to get ready for the day.  I walked down the hallway to go to the canteen, I needed some caffeine at the moment.

"Hey y/n." I heard from behind me and a familiar sweatshirt sleeve was thrown around my shoulder, I looked up "good morning sam." and hugged his waist with one arm, he stared at me weirdly as we walked to the canteen "what's wrong?" he asked "you gave me just a 'good morning sam' not a ' hey bitch' or 'hey fucker' or even a 'hey Kentucky' so what's up, honestly." he pulled me to the side of the hallway and stared and me dead in eyes.

"Nothings wrong, why? Just because I don't say a certain thing doesn't mean I'm not fine." I said and rolled my eyes and Sam squinted his eyes "umm no, you have always for the past year  so, I will ask again. What is wrong." he grabbed my hand and said sternly.

"Do you want to know, is it bothering you that bad?! I know you're like my brother but you don't have to be my father," I said and pulled my hand away and started to walk away, leaving a very sullen sam. And went to the canteen.

   When I got to the door I looked around seeing who was here, Roberto was at a table eating, Danielle and Rahne were at a table talking about who knows what, and Illyana was not here yet. 'Probably in her room still' I thought to myself, so I went over to the counter and grabbed a bowl of cereal and a cup of coffee and went to sit down. "Are you gonna tell me now?" I heard from behind me "Dear god sam!" I shouted almost spilling my breakfast, the group turned towards me and Sam "Stop staring" I said to the group and they turned around.

I turned towards Sam " no I'm not, stop it." and walked to a table, the same of course following behind.

I sat down and started eating, Sam doing the same sitting across from me like we have done every day for the past year, yeah I feel bad not telling him about what's bothering me, but to be honest I don't know either. I took a sip of my coffee looking up to see that Illyana finally entered the canteen.

3rd person

Y/n and sam sat at the table in complete silence, Rahne and Danielle have left by now, Roberto had his headphones on and was washing dishes.

The door opened and Illyana Walked in. She scanned the room and her eyes fell on Y/n. 'why hello kitten' she thought to herself as she grabbed a banana and sat down next to her.

"Hey, kitten." Illyana said in her sassy tone, Sam looked up "Why are you here?" he questioned with a harsh tone of voice. Y/n glared at him "hello Illyana." y/n greeted the blonde before taking another sip of her coffee.

"Why the long face," Illyana said, taking a bite of her banana looking at y/n, she sighed and ignored her question. Sam looked at the girls "I'm going to go, bye y/n, Illyana." he glared and stood up and left, not in a good mood. That's basically because my sister won't talk to him.

"What's wrong, doll?" Illyana asked y/n now with a softer, and nicer tone. Y/n sighed " nothing, just a bad night. How are you?" she said looking at the blonde, Illyana smiled "I had a fine night, sad you weren't there though." she said and did a fake frowny face, y/n laughed "yeah I bet." y/n grabbed her hand "I guess we'll just have to fall asleep in the attic more." she laughed, Illyana looked down.

Y/N POV

"I guess we'll just have to fall asleep in the attic more." I laughed, Illyana looked down. I grabbed her chin before making sure Roberto had left to go get ready for the day. "What's wrong, you're never upset." I looked at her and gave her a quick kiss on the lips "you can tell me, please." Illyana looked up "why can't we just tell the others? Like how Rahne and Danielle did? Why do we have to hide us." she said in a sad tone.

I looked at her, her eyes focused on Lockheed, her purple dragon puppet. I thought about my response, I know we could tell the others but it's more of a rules issue. No patients are to be in relationships.

"You know why you're the one who didn't want to tell anyone about us in the first place." I Said a harsh tone, not meaning for it to be that harsh " I know I said I didn't want the others to know! And who cares right now, Danielle and Rahne aren't hiding their relationship for Reyes or the guys! So why do we have to?" she yelled " I'm going, I have to get ready." and with that, she left the room, but not without stopping at the door. Illyana held Lockheed to her ear and turned around "are you coming kitten?" She asked with a small attitude, I smiled and threw away my trash and ran to her "of course doll."  I grabbed her hand and we walked to do the bathroom to get ready for the session the group has every day.

3rd Pov(at the session)

"So, who's gonna go and talk about their powers," Dr.Reyes asked the group in front of her. No one answered, Sam stared at Y/n and Ilyana 'what is going on with them' he asked himself before looking down at his lap and slouching in his chair. Everyone looked at each other and said, "I think Roberto should go!" Illyana said in a sarcastic tone looking at him. He scoffed, "I think Sam and y/n should be talking about why they're so mad at each other." Y/n glared at Roberto and Sam did the same.

"Is there something going on with you two?" Dr. Reyes asked looking at Y/N and Sam "No!" they both yelled at the same time. "Sam, what is going on?" Sam looked at the Dr. "nothing's going on, she just has an attitude. That's it." Dr.Reyes looked at Y/n Looking for an answer" nothing's wrong, just had a bad night." She smiled and looked at Sam. 'I'm going to have to tell him about Illyana.' Y/n thought to herself.

1 hour later

"Okay, everyone. You can leave now, you do whatever today." Dr.Reyes said and everyone stood up and walked out.

Illyana and Y/N walked together down the hall " You were right." y/n stated "we should tell the others. But can we tell Sam first?" Illyana stopped and looked at her "why sam first, why not everyone all together in the attic?" she questioned and then thought to herself "Oh! Yeah of course." Illyana smiled at y/n.

"Okay great, I'll go find him." Y/n kissed Illyana and ran off to find sam. Illyana watched her leave and started walking to the lounge.

SamPOV

I sat on the second clothes washer, talking to Roberto" so you just throw away your shirts or something?" I questioned and laughed. I heard someone running down the hallway towards the room. The person skidded and then opened the door, Y/n.

"Sam, can I talk to you? In private please?" she gasped, out of breath. I jumped off of the washer "yeah sure, come on. See yeah man." and I walked out with y/n.

We walked in silence for a while, till we reached the lounge. I looked around and Illyana was covering something with crayons "this isn't private, Illyana is here why don't we just go to the attic?" I went to go turn out until "Actually, we have to tell you something. Important." Illyana looked up from her paper.

I looked at the girls, 'I know what's going on, I think.' i thought to myself. I threw myself onto the couch. y/n sat on the couch as well, Illyana staying on the ground.

"Can I guess what's happening first?" I looked at y/, she looked at Illyana and they both nodded.

I looked at the girls "ok, you guys either broke something or are dating. So which one." I chuckled out. " this is gonna be easier then I thought," y/n said to herself "we're dating, and have been for about a year. Or well be a year in a month." I nodded "so this is why you had an attitude this morning?"

Y/n's POV

"so this is why you had an attitude this morning?" Sam joked, I nodded at him" yeah, kinda. I was just worried and it has been on my mind to tell you for a while, it's not like I wasn't gonna tell you. I just, I didn't want you to be mad." I looked down, I heard Illyana chuckle "why would he be mad? He's your brother basically, you worry too much dollface." I glared at her while Sam laughed, or well wheezed. Sam stopped and calmed down" it's fine that you too are dating I don't mind. Everyone already knew it was kinda obvious. You two fell asleep in the attic together." My face went red, Illyana smiled knowing she was right the whole time.

sam looked at me "and I just got $20. Thank you." and he pushed my arm, I gasped " With who? How dare you... Can I have (f/c)?" I asked, Illyana silently dying. "If we get out of here, then you can," he said and I hugged him.

"Thank you." and he returned it.

"Can I ask what's up with the nickname 'kitten'?" Illyana sat up fast "no way in hell."

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Marc Newson Lockheed Lounge