Villette

Charlotte Bronte

'That evening more firmly than ever fastened into my soul the conviction that Fate was of stone, and Hope a false idol - blind, bloodless, and of granite core. I felt, too, that the trial God had appointed me was gaining its climax, and must now be turned by my own hands, hot, feeble, trembling as they ...

Inhabiting the Negative Space

Jenny Odell

A hopeful meditation on how periods of inactivity become reimagined as fertile spaces for design and how we might use this strange moment in history. Hi, everyone. I'm speaking to you from my apartment in Oakland, though I've virtually placed myself in the rose garden nearby. Artist and writer Jenny Ode...