#sennett

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Craftsmen take pride most in skills that mature. This is why simple imitation is not a sustaining satisfaction; the skill has to evolve. The slowness of craft time serves as a source of satisfaction; practice beds in, making the skill one's own. Slow craft time also enables the work of reflection and imagination–which the push for quick results cannot. Mature means long; one takes lasting ownership of the skill.

Richard Sennett, The Craftsman

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Sennet quienes son tus amigos?

✧⁠◝~°Quienes son los amigos de Sennett?°~◜⁠✧

Extra/Bonus:

Aquí una versión alterna dónde salen las personitas que menciona Sennett, está iba a ser como la original pero no me terminó de convencer mucho aún así no la quise desechar

Translation:

Question: Sennett, who are your friends?

Answer:

Sennett: well... I have my friend, Steff and then there are my dads and brother but I'm not sure if they count.

Sennett: Something that I am sure is that-

Sennett: That son of a b#tch is not my friend!

Extra/Bonus but si just the text:

Here is an alternate version where of the people mentioned by Sennett, this was going to be like the original but I was not very convinced even so I did not want to discard it

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STUDIO W2 "THE ONE AND ONLY VILLAIN"

Practice Exploration of The Open City by Richard Sennett

The head of Corbusier sits on the body of Rishi Sunak, the wealthiest man in charge of the UK as of today (2023). Bills have been passed in government which overtly only benefit the Bourgeoisie and the corporations (e.g. his overt lies about Net Zero.) at the cost of the people and the environment. A real world example of the disconnect between Democracy/Government & the people. The Public realm & Natural world is at threat due to capitalist greed.

Sennett talked about the disconnect between the people and democracy, speaking about democracy not just as a place, but also as a concept lost in time through over determination.

The buildings in the background are hailed by modern architectural enthusiasts as feats of architectural design + engineering, but Sennett posits that they are fundamentally separate from the 'street', and therefore the 'people' (see concept: urban canyon). Of course, he talks about how some buildings, when they are not porous as historic ones are, become 'self referential objects X', like St Pauls Cathedral, but the stimulation of urban growth around this building is a result of function, not just as a result of good design. This can also be called the Autopoiesis of Architecture.

Focal Point of the text:

Making the case for 'the open city', setting the architectural & socio-economic context of existing cities (New York, London etc.)

Key Ideas:

+ economics (Keynesian - demand drives supply.)

Over-determination

Over specification of form and function

State socialism + democracy as a concept. Democracy (Politicians) has been removed from its original function. How can we create spaces with the same sense of relatedness among strangers? How can we open up spaces?

"process of growth as a continual struggle between equilibrium and disequilibrium; an environment rigid in form, static in programme, is doomed in time."

He infers that what we have forced onto the city is unnatural, creating the symptom that is the Brittle City, by comparing cities to Darwin's evolution.

Primary themes wanted to express in artefact:

The socio-economic role of urban design in architecture: idealism versus historic reality

Concepts like:

CIAM movement of Le Corbusier, affectionately dubbed “the one and only Villain.” Ancient Polis (Democracy) 'Light Architecture' removed from the person Keynesian economics Garden cities as the ideal form Self referential objects Louis Sullivan Norman Foster Mies Van Der Rohe (Seagram Building) The Shard Dead spaces Rigid fixed

Specific medium selected:

//Collage Since there is a lot of ideas floating about, it was the best way to translate the different elements without putting it in a spatial capacity.

Quotes from the text:

//Collage

Quotes Direct from the text:

"Corbusier's intended destruction of vibrant street life was realised in suburban growth for the middle class"

"Frozen the city in time"

"over determination"

"Over specification of form and function."

"Dystopia became reality in various ways."

"Modern Urban environments decay much more quickly than urban fabric inherited from the past."

"The brittle city is a symptom"

"State socialism"

"The closed city betrays the twentieth-century beurocrat's horror of disorder."

"If density and diversity give life, the life they breed is disorderly... the arts result from overcrowding"

"People live into these places, like nesting, time breeds attachment into place."

Three systematic elements of an open city:

Passage territories

Incomplete form

Development narratives

Self referential objects

Glass walls versus porous stone ones.

Evolution (Darwin) in reference to cities.

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A Number on Norma Nichols

A Number on Norma Nichols

The name of Norma Nichols (1894-1989) ought to be better known to silent comedy fans and not just because it combines the first name of a Talmadge with the last name of one of Keystone’s early directors. (It’s tempting to guess she might have been the daughter of George Nichols, but her father was J.C. Nichols, sheriff of Orange County, California). In any event, Norma Nichols was connected to…

[fizziedoodle]

My Girl

directed by Howard Zieff

starring Anna Chlumsky, Dan Aykroyd, Macaulay Culkin, & Jamie Lee Curtis

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Marion McDonald (1904-1956) photographed on a beach holding a skull in 1925

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @illiana-mystery, @lulusplaycorner, @psychokinetic-ectoplasm, @coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe

warnings: smut, thigh riding, swearing

Mack slid his suspenders back on after discarding his shirt. I looked up at him from the couch, marking my place in my script as he walked over. Mack leaned over the back of the couch to kiss me as I put the script on the table next to me.

��hey.” I breathed out as he broke away, walking around the couch and picking up my legs to sit down next to me. He put my legs back down over his as his head fell back against the couch. “Long day?”

“Long isn’t the word for it.” Mack breathed out. “First it rained most of the day.” I nodded, scooting closer to him to rub his shoulder. “Rollie ran out of film too. Which sent chaplin into a riot. He threw paint.” Mack groaned as I worked on a knot in his arm.

“at you?” I asked, glancing back at the shirt that was laying on the floor in the bathroom.

“close to me. Destroyed the set. I just so happened to be standing next to the target.” Mack closed his eyes as I leaned forward to hug him. “That shirt is ruined by the way. There is no saving it.” I kissed his shoulder and Mack squeezed my leg.

“and you can’t fire him?” I asked, looking up at him. Mack shook his head.

“no. Not if I want to keep making money.” Mack sighed. I leaned closer and cupped his cheeks. I drew him into a kiss. Mack hummed against my lips as his hands made their way to my hips. He gently kneaded the flesh under my shirt before pulling me into his lap. "Not if I want to keep you living comfortably." I hummed as he rubbed my thighs.

"I was happy in the tiny apartment on 5th avenue." I breathed out as Mack kissed along my neck. He chuckled as I carded my fingers through his hair. “I didn’t need all this. You wanted to come out here and build this. I just supported you.” Mack hummed as he pulled back, cupping my cheek and rubbing his thumb close to my eye.

“supported me in every way possible.” He breathed out. “I’ve never really thanked you for that.” I opened my mouth to respond as Mack made me stand up. He slowly undressed me, kissing every new piece of skin that was uncovered. I ran my fingers through his hair as he got down on his knees, lips against my stomach. He propped his chin there and gazed up at me. His mismatched eyes shone with the love and admiration he held for me. I smiled softly at him as he wrapped his arms around my thighs. “I’m so thankful for everything. All of it. Following me out here, putting up with the strange hours, the fits, the anxiety, the stress, the chaos…” Mack kissed my stomach again. “For loving me.” I leaned down and kissed Mack’s forehead.

“Mack…” I breathed out as he stood up, my hands sliding down to toy with his suspenders. “You don’t have to thank me for that.” He cupped my cheeks as he kissed me softly. “My heart is mine to give. And I want you to have it.” Mack flushed as he pulled me back with him as he sat back down on the couch. He pulled me over his thigh, hands palming at my hips.

“and you have me, mind body and soul.” Mack whispered as he kissed me again. “My heart was yours from the beginning. Even if you stole it.” I giggled into the kiss as Mack pressed me down on his thigh.

“Mack…” I breathed out, hands settling on his shoulders and toying with the suspenders. “You’re…Ah!” I gasped as he moved my hips, the coarse fabric of his pants rubbing against me. I bit my lip, eyes falling closed as the pleasure started to build.

“I’m what?” Mack asked, kissing along my chest as I arched into him.

“you’re incorrigible.” I breathed out, mouth falling open in a moan. “Oh fuck.” I whimpered as his pants caught against me. “Mack.” He smiled against my sternum as he moved his hands to my ass, kneading the flesh as I continued to move my hips. I tugged on his suspenders, moaning again as Mack moved to mouth at my neck. I let go of one suspender to tangle my fingers in his chest hair. Mack hummed as I pressed my palm against his chest, feeling his heart beating underneath the skin.

“(Y/N). My darling. My sweetheart. My love.” Mack breathed out as he pulled back to look at me. I panted as we locked eyes.

“Mack…” I breathed out, hips stuttering as Mack leaned forward to lick the bead of sweat that had begun to roll down my neck. “Oh fuck. Mack. Didn’t know you could…”

“there’s a few things you don’t know about me.” He said, leaning up to kiss me with a wink. “Come on darling. Give in to me. Cum.” I moaned as I tugged on the suspender again. I pressed my hand against his chest, nearly pushing him away before reaching for the other suspender and pulling him into a kiss.

“Mack.” I breathed out as my hips stuttered against his thigh. “Mack. Oh god. Mack.” I panted. Mack smirked at me as he watched me come apart. “I love you. Fuck. I love you.” Mack let out a slow breath as I collapsed against him. “Mack…” he pressed a kiss to my neck and the side of my head as I fought for breath.

“I know.” He breathed out, hands rubbing over my back and sides as he waited for me to come down. “I know sweetheart.” I pressed a kiss to his shoulder as I finally composed myself enough to pull back.

“god Mack.” I breathed out before cupping his cheeks and kissing him. Mack gathered me in his arms and picked me up. “What are you doing?” I asked, curling against him as he started walking in the direction of the bathroom.

“drawing us a bath. And then we’re going to go to bed.” Mack said, kissing my head. I sighed as I laid against him, looking forward to what he had in mind.

[iexpectpastries]

[citizenscreen]

Comedy pioneer Mack Sennett (January 17, 1880 – November 5, 1960)

[valentinovamp]

Nancy Hellman by George Cannons (1920s)

[spockeye-fierce]

Mack Sennett Bathing Beauty Marion McDonald (1904-1956) ♥️

“Enacting a scene from Hamlet" on a California beach while photographed in 1926 by George Cannons.

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Roscoe Arbuckle, Al St. John, Mabel Normand, Mack Sennett, Charlie Murry, Ford Sterling, Fred Mason, and Bobbie Dunn

[ma1up891186]

THE CLOSED CITY 02 OF 02

Sennett identifies three underlying motives for the emerge of Closed Cities:

Policy makers & urban designers aim to for control and order which results in the following: // Additivity "The parts always add up to a clear sum" // Homogeneity "the parts are directly interchangeable" // Repetition // Over-determination of the city's visual forms This results in hegemonic and internally closed buildings and city shapes.

Ruled by the obsession with equilibrium. Everything must be balanced, regular, and static. see: Palmanova (Italy), the ideals of the Garden city movement, and the utopian city of Brasilia.

The system is closed in time, providing a certain recognisability and security. see: Florida community masterplan.

Designed on the principles of New Urbanism, Sennett summarises the closed city concept as "Ideally, every part of the system has a place in an overall design; the consequence of that ideal is to reject, to vomit out, experiences which stick out because they are contestatory or disorienting; things that 'don't fit' are diminished in value. The emphasis on integration puts an obvious bar on experiment."

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The young cast of "Beverly Hills 90210" portrayed by Mark Sennet for the September 9, 1991 issue of People magazine.

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1913: Mabel Normand and Mack Sennett in the film 𝑴𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒍'𝒔 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒓 (1913). Roscoe Arbuckle plays a man in the cinema audience.