So I’m starting to think that Saulot really did create the Baali, and that majority of the clan’s death wasn’t really an accident at all, but the beginning of a long game. After all, what better way to unleash havoc on your enemies, who spent the better part of a few centuries proclaiming you to be soul-eating demon worshippers than to create an entire Discipline & Bloodline based around that very idea? Plus there’s also tidbits such as Etrius realizing that Mokur fully intended on being Diablerized, in a startling matchup to Saulot and Tremere. Makes me wonder much of the Tremere’s remaining leadership is who they say they are, and how many are the Salubri hiding amongst them and pulling at their strings?
Yeah, there's some interesting theories around that! The idea that Saulot created the Baali partially to save his own Salubri, too - if he had a bloodline whose souls were forfeit to keep demons under control, he'd better be able to protect his own Unicorns; or, alternatively, he was creating his own morality play between Good(tm) and Evil(tm).
I can see him collaborating with the Banu Haqim here, too. The Salubri and Banu Haqim were allies for a long time against the Baali, and it'd be fascinating to see if they were enemies of their own making. Plus, there's the theory that Ur-Shulgi is the third of the three Cainites that made up the first Baali, and the fact that the Banu Haqim focus is on justice, and the Baali targeting the Banu Haqim specifically with their curse...
This definitely would have been set into motion long before the Tremere ever showed up, but really, the Tremere being enemies specifically of the Salubri and Banu Haqim do make me wonder if Saulot and Haqim identified this enemy that would come up and made use of the morality play they had going on. Not to mention the existence of Dark Thaumaturgy!
“My head is killing me,” Garu croaked from the corner. He sat up slowly, and rubbed his forehead. “How are you two not miserable?”
“You’re overthinking, half-elf,” Vojamarsi’s smooth voice floated across the wagon. Luwyn didn’t notice him at first, but there he was, perched upon the seat of the wagon. His back was to them, but his head was turned halfway around, smirking. “Relax. You’re extremely uptight.”
Garu huffed and rolled his eyes. “I’ll relax when we’re on the ground.”
Luwyn blinked. “What do you mean?”
Garu didn’t look at Luwyn, he just pointed down. Luwyn peaked over the edge of the wagon, and saw anything but blue sky underneath them. He panicked gain. He turned back, clenching the sides.
“Why are we so high up?” Luwyn asked, panic shaking his voice.
Vojamarsi shrugged. “The only way to travel this fast is this high up. This wagon moves faster than any vessel in the world. Also...you do know that the Oru’kai is an ancient forest with many, many precautions to not be found?” Vojamarsi asked, an eyebrow raised. “And that it’s guardian, Jorr, can sense when trespassers are even looking for Oru’kai, much less on their way? Do you want to get to Oru’kai in fewer than two decades? Because that was your trajectory. Not to say you’ll survive your visit.”
Garu sunk into the wagon, a sour scowl on his face.
“Wait,” Luwyn said. “Jorr knows were coming?”
Vojamarsi chuckled and nodded. “Well, you know what they say...”
Luwyn shook his head and waited for a response. Vojamarsi leaned back and said nothing. Luwyn looked to Fila and she shrugged.
“Lighten up, Garu,” Fila chimed. “We’re on our way, making incredible time, with a lovely host. And all we have to pay him is a story.”
“Just because you’re flirting with the god of voyages doesn’t mean ours will be any smoother.”
Fila stuck her tongue out at Garu.
Vojamarsi chuckled and looked back at the trio. “You lot are funny,” he said. “Speaking of stories…”
Fila hopped up and clapped. “Yes! Everyone pay attention. This is the story of how Mokur, God of the Sea, met his queen, Imak.” She cleared her throat.
“Long ago, when the waves were young, Mokur Azsar, the Great Seaking, ruled over all the waters of the world. Son of the sea and sky, Az and Ky, Mokur was a spectacle. His blue-black tresses flowed down his back, his skin blue-green like seafoam. He was charged with the protection of the creatures of the deep, sailors and islands. But he was a lonely god, sitting on his throne alone, deep in his beautiful coral palace.”
“Wonderful! My grandfather in all of his glory,” Vojamarsi called out in dry tone.
“Anyway,” Fila continued after a quick glare at Vojamarsi. “One morning, Mokur set out on a routine patrol his kingdom. He woke up early that day, urged by something to search his waters. He spent the entire day patrolling, from to the shallows and beaches to the deepest pits of the ocean.
Mokur ventured to an uninhabited corner of the ocean, when a faint whine echoed through the water. It was pained, and Mokur’s heart began to ache when he heard it. He could smell fear and blood. Mokur followed the trails until he found a dolphin floating in the dark, murky waters. Mokur swam to the creature, and saw the wound in its side and blood streaming out.
A league away, a pair of hungry sea dragons, eels really, eyed the wounded beast. They wanted that kill, and wouldn’t let the Sea King get in their way. They thrashed their teeth at Mokur, a challenge to the god of the waves.
Mokur raised his mighty brow at the beasts and grinned. Soft spoken as always, Mokur swam forward without saying a word, and stared down the sea dragons. Her raised his mighty hands and brought them together. The sound of the clap was faint in the deep, only a muffled thump, but it sent a long, thin, horizontal current of water surfing silently toward the sea drakes.
The dragons snickered and sneered at Mokur. “With that, Azsar?” they mocked. “You will be us with a mere ripple?”
Mokur said nothing. He only grinned and chuckled quietly as he turned away, and swam back to the dolphin’s side.
The current sailed through the water, and the dragons swam to meet it. They rushed closer and closer together, until the current was inches from them. They puffed out their scaley chests to laugh again, when the current sailed through them, and left a red line on their chests.
The dragons did not laugh. They were silent for a moment. Then their bodies split into two pieces each. Their blood spread through the water.
Mokur grinned again, and turned his attention to the dolphin. He laid his hand upon the beast. ‘Be still now, child. I will heal you.’ And he did just that. Mokur pressed his hand onto the dolphin’s wound. It winced back. Mokur then gave the creature a portion of his power, the very thing that made him a god. The dolphin squirmed in his arms, then went still. The wound closed underneath Mokur’s palm.”
Fila leaned in, her eyes wide. “Then something amazing happened; the dolphin began to glow with a bright light that filled the depths. The light flickered out and Mokur uncovered his eyes to see the beautiful figure of a woman, complete with the marvous, colorful tail and fin. Her skin and eyes were pale blue, and her indigo hair rippled around her body.
‘Hello, Azsar,’ she whispered. Mokur floated in the water, his mouth agape. He was captivated by her beauty.
She swam toward Mokur, and held her delicate hands out for his. ‘You saved my life. Not only that,’ she said, grasped his large hands. ‘but, you have also given me a piece of your life. Life everlasting...will I need a new name, my king?’
Mokur shook his head. ‘Whatever you wish to be called, I would sing it from the deepest pits of the ocean, so that the monsters of the Void could hear me,’ he whispered.
‘I had a name...in my former life. Imak…’ she said.
Mokur nodded and spun her around. ‘And Imak you shall be!” the great god of the sea bellowed.
Mokur hoisted Imak in his arms, and took her back to his coral palace, and married Imak in front of every creature of the sea. Quiet Mokur has never been jollyer since meeting his bride.
Fila turned and grinned at Vojamarsi. The god of travelers nodded back from the front of the wagon and waved lazily.
“Beautiful,” he said. “Truly. My maternal grandparents’ story is a lovely, lovely tale. Did you know how my paternal grandparents story? The living black pit above us birthed the sky and the earth, and they popped out my father, Sofos. Romantic!” Vojamarsi chuckled and slapped his knee.
Fila shot a confused look at Luwyn. Luwyn only shrugged and grinned.
Garu clapped slowly. “Terrific story, Fila. Quite long. I did enjoy Vojamarsi’s quick tale, however, it was so wonderfully brief.”
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Choutokkyuu - DJ Dominator (Lyrics and English Translation)
DJ Dominator
Bass drum Unari weekend night club
Heijitsu wa heibon na ORE but
Ima wa kono FUROA no shihaisha uh uh uh
DJ Booth is like a Gyokuza
Oto wa koi no houritsu
Scratch De ayatsure kido airaku
Yo, wassup, wass, wassup, oh (Choushi wa dou da)
Fui ni butsukaru taion tai taion no (Monogatari)
Hit the floor, flo, floor, oh (Saa ugokidase)
Asahi ga noboru made mada aru sa
Let's get down, Ah!
Dominator Butai no ue de odori kuruchatte
Go left and right Tagai no ase wo karamase
Dominator Utae ya sawage ya yeah
Go up and down, Uh uh uh... making love
Genjitsu wo wasurete nami ni yudane
Honshou wo mukidashi de fukaku mokure
Yo ga ake yume ga samechimau mae ni
Hey Shinjitsu no ai wo te ni tsukamitore
Subete wo te ni irete kita
Tada hitotsu ugokasenai
Sore wa KIMI give in Kimi
Oto ga sutoori (but story) uh uh uh
Damn it, Why!?
Chouzetsu PUREI mo mushi dashi
Namamekashiku DORINKU aoru
Masa ni zettai reido no megami
You're winner, winne, winner, oh (Nante kotta)
Hone no zui made horebore dorei sa (Koi no toriko)
I'm a loser, lose, loser oh (Sonna BAKA na)
KIMI no subete ga hoshii no ni doushite...
Let me know, Ah!
Dominator Butai no ue de odori kuruchatte
Go left and right Tagai no ase wo karamase
Dominator Utae ya sawage ya yeah
Go up and down, Uh uh uh... making love
Gensou ni yoishirete hara wo mitase
Juuteion ni yure noboritsumero
Yo ga ake yume ga samechimau mae ni
Hey Shinjitsu no ai wo te ni tsukamitore
Chi ni fuseta ou wa ah ah
Tami ni tazuneta ah ah
(Nobody knows, Kanojo wa mysterious)
Heibon na shihaisha wa
Koyoi mo oto wo narasu
Sou sa megami ga furimuku made
Can't stop it!
Dominator Butai no ue de odori kuruchatte
Go left and right Tagai no ase wo karamase
Dominator Utae ya sawage ya yeah
Go up and down, Uh uh uh... making love
Genjitsu wo wasurete nami ni yudane
Honshou wo mukidashi de fukaku mokure
Yo ga ake yume ga samechimau mae ni
Hey Shinjitsu no ai wo te ni tsukamitore
Gensou ni yoishirete hara wo mitase
Juuteion ni yure noboritsumero
Yo ga ake yume ga samechimau mae ni
Hey Shinjitsu no ai wo te ni tsukamitore
DJ Dominator
Bass drum Beats weekend night club
I'm usually an ordinary guy but
Right now, I rule the dance floor uh uh uh
DJ Booth is like a Throne
The sound is the law of love
Emotions can be controlled with a Scratch
Yo, wassup, wass, wassup, oh (How are you feeling?)
Suddenly, two temperatures collide into each other (What a story)
Hit the floor, flo, floor, oh (C'mon, start moving)
There's still time until the sun rises
Let's get down, Ah!
Dominator Dance like crazy on the stage
Go left and right Mix our sweat together
Dominator Sing and make some noise yeah
Go up and down, Uh uh uh... making love
Forget about reality, just go with the flow
Dive down deep and show your true self
Before you wake up from a dream in the morning
Hey Grab hold of true love
I've been holding onto everything
There's just one thing I can't move
For that, you have to give in
The sound passes by (but story) uh uh uh
Damn it, Why!?
Just ignoring my awesome play
You look so captivating with your drink
There's no doubt that you're an absolute goddess
You're winner, winne, winner, oh (What the hell)
I'm so enchanted by you, I'm a slave to the core (Prisoner of love)
I'm a loser, lose, loser oh (How stupid of me)
Why do I want all of you to myself...
Let me know, Ah!
Dominator Dance like crazy on the stage
Go left and right Mix our sweat together
Dominator Sing and make some noise yeah
Go up and down, Uh uh uh... making love
Get carried away by an illusion, satisfy your appetite
Shake and lose yourself in the heavy bass
Before you wake up from a dream in the morning
Hey Grab hold of true love
The squatting king ah ah
Paid a visit to his people ah ah
(Nobody knows, She's mysterious)
The common ruler
Still sounds the music tonight
That's right, until the goddess will turn to him
Can't stop it!
Dominator Dance like crazy on the stage
Go left and right Mix our sweat together
Dominator Sing and make some noise yeah
Go up and down, Uh uh uh... making love
Forget about reality, just go with the flow
Dive down deep and show your true self
Before you wake up from a dream in the morning
Hey Grab hold of true love
Get carried away by an illusion, satisfy your appetite
Shake and lose yourself in the heavy bass
Before you wake up from a dream in the morning
Hey Grab hold of true love
The gods, known as the Isanar, are divided into four groups or generations. The three major groups are the Ise, the Isani, and the Isanuse; the fourth, lesser, group is the Isanushar.
Īse, meaning “first” (the Shapers, The First Ones, The Elements): The first five bings and shapers of the world. The are the personifications of the different primal aspects or realms that make up the world. The Isani, Isanuse, Isanushar are all descendent from the Īse.
Ky, the Sky
Īma, the Earth
Az, the Sea
Īmnar, the Underworld
Mon’oni, the Great Void (space)
Isani, meaning “divine” or “holy” (Children of the Shapers, The Old Gods, The Divines): The Isani are the direct spawn of the Īse, parents to most of the Isanuse and progenitors of the Isanushar and man. They rule over the world the shapers created, the elders usually holding dominion over a realm.
Solandus, Isanisaris or First King of The Gods, Heir of the Shapers, “Ruler of All Below Him, God and Man”, First Fallen, God of The Sun, Kings, Warriors, Justice and Fire.
Anwe, Queen of The Gods, Goddess of the Moon, Peace, Family, Motherhood and Compassion.
Oni, The Usurper, Isanisarnath or Last King of The Gods, God of the Void and Envy.
Sofos, God of Widsom, Scholars and the Arts.
Mokur, God of The Sea and Water, Azsar or Sea King.
Amala- Goddess and Guardian of Beasts.
Urmis- God of Harvest and Agriculture
Dosubran- Goddess of Death and Guider of Souls.
Okadis- God of The Underworld, Death, Blacksmiths and Stone.
Isanuse, meaning “children of the divines” (The New Gods, Children of The Divines): The Isanuse are the children of Isani, and other Isanuse with Isani. They make up the bulk of the pantheon and are either the parents or ancestors of the Isanushar.
Arandus, (Solandus + Anwe) God of War, Fortune and Thieves, Conquerer of Siros, Heir of Solandus and Shapers.
Torsu, (Solandus + Anwe) God of Love, Beauty and Compassion
Iaasa, (Solandus + Anwe) God of Mischeif and Magic
Luwyn, (Solandus + Anwe) God of the Wind and Luck
Jorr, (Oni + Anwe) the Hunter-Goddess and Guardian of Oru’kai
Bulugoba, (Oni + Anwe) Goddess of Chaos
Nyror, (Oni + Anwe) God of Sorrow & War
Rosiag, (Okadis + Dosubran) Goddess of Tortured Souls
Esna, (Okadis + Dosubran) Goddess of Just Souls
Supan, (Oni + Dosubran) God of Dreams
Rossu, (Sofos + Rosiag) God of Peace, The Red God
Vojamarsi, (Sofos + Wyna) God of Travelers and Freedom
Urlya, (Urmis + Amala) Goddess of Nature, Flowers, Insects and Spring
Usimar, (Urmis + Amala) God of Nature, Fruit and Wine, and Autumn
Urn, (Urmis + Amala) God of Nature, Trees, Birds and Summer
Ukirus, (Urmis + Amala) God of Nature, Winter, The Frost God
Imak, (consort of Mokur) Queen of the Sea (mermaid) (but she was actually an injured dolphin that Mokur saved, don’t worry you’ll def get that scene)
Alon, (Mokur + Imak) God of Sea Storms and Sailors.
Alek, (Mokur + Imak) God of the Deep and It’s Monsters (a kracken)
Wyna, (Mokur + Imak) Goddess of the Shallows, Rivers and Lakes.
Olnran, (Oni + Amala) King of Beasts, the “All-Alpha” (giant black lion)
Wochi, (Oni + Esna) Goddess of Illusions and Memories
Leli, (Oni + Esna) A giant golem
Isanushar, meaning “divine future” (Half-Gods, Demigods, Magic Beings): The Isanushar consist not of gods, but beings descendant of the gods with power greater than that of man. Magic users like the elves, those with god/human parentage, and extremely powerful sorcerers who have been diefied. Technically Luwyn and his family can be considered Isanushar.
Özellikle avrupa'ya falan gidenler fark etmişlerdir, hangi sokağa girsen mutlaka güzel binalarla, evlerle karşılaşırsın. turistik yerlerden, müze binalarından falan bahsetmiyorum. sıradan insanların oturduğu bir apartmanın bile kendine has bir çizgisi ve estetiği vardır. mesela isviçre'deki en düşük gelir grubuna ait kantonlardan birinin (glarus) herhangi bir sokağına rastgele bir uçuş gerçekleştirelim; glarus
yani türkiye'deki karşılığı güneydoğu anadolu bölgesi falan oluyor. ama ben karşılaştırmak için o bölge yerine türkiye'nin en zengin şehrindeki en zengin semtlerinden birine uçacağım (istanbul-etiler'e); etiler
dikkat edin sizi çağlayan'a falan götürmedim. yani şuraya da götürebilirdim; caglayan ama götürmedim. elbette bu yabancıların kötü sokakları, kötü binaları olmadığı anlamına gelmiyor. mutlaka var. bizim de iyi sokaklarımız, estetik duran apartmanlarımız var ama kabaca bir değerlendirme yaparsak bizim istisnalarımız onların geneli gibi.
tamam haydi avrupa'nın en zengin ülkelerini boşverelim, polonya'ya gidelim. hem de polonya'nın istanbul'una değil, konya'sına falan uçalım; poznan
mesela sokakta biraz ilerlerseniz tek tük bakımsız binalar da görebilirsiniz ama bunların bile kapısından, penceresinden belli bir üsluba ve yoruma sahip oldukları hemen göze çarpar.
bizde ortalama bir apartman deyince estetikten tamamen yoksun, ruhsuz, herhangi bir üsluba sahip olmayan boyalı tuhaf yapılar geliyor aklıma. kanımca bu öylesine büyük bir sorun ki, oralarda yaşayan milyonların ruhsal durumlarını da oldukça etkiliyor. kısacası oturduğumuz apartmanlara benziyoruz. allah aşkına şu apartmanda yaşayan birisinin çevresine pozitif enerji verebilmesi, normal, sağlıklı bir insan olabilmesi mümkün mü sizce?: sayko apt. apartmanın o desenleri emmiş bitirmiş zaten bütün enerjiyi.
bakın en emici türk apartmanı desenlerinden biri de şudur: türk apartmanı deseni
bu apartmanlar bizi otomatikman şuna dönüştürüyor zaten -> çal keke çal
şu foto da varoşlardan falan değil, istanbul'un kalbi şişli'deki bir sokaktaki apartman: şişliminimum 2000-2500 lira da kira istiyordur. yani asgari ücretin oldukça üzerinde.
bir karşılaştırma yapacak olursak; mesela ingiltere'deki asgari ücretin yaklaşık bu kadar üzerinde böyle bir kira ödeyebiliyorsanız londra'nın merkezinde şu dubleks dairede yarın oturmaya başlayabilirsiniz: londra merkez
bakın bir de şöyle bir şey var biliyorsunuz: çağlayan'da yeni binada ulaşımı kolay 3+1 lüks daire ^_^ : lüks çağlayan
şimdi 'büyük resmi' görelim: lüks uçtu beybi sizin ben aranızdaki uçurumu skeyim.
aaaa 'fransız balkon' meselesi var bir de. yeni yeni apartmanlar yapılıyor ve en az 50-60 sene de bu apartmanlarla yaşayacağız: fransız balkon
bu öyle büyük bir furya ki bir sabah uyandığınızda o ucuz malzemelerle götünüze fransız balkon korkulukları inşa etmeye çalışan minnoş bir ustayla göz göze gelebilirsiniz. korkarım itiraz etme şansımız bile olamayacak, belediyeden çoktan onay almışlardır.
bu arada fransız balkon kültürü üzerine araştırma yaparken bakın şuna denk geldim arkadaş bu nedir? https://goo.gl/k2dybf (link uçarsa: acayip balkon) photoshop falan değil, inşaatçının sitesi bu. olm kapı nerede? misafirler geldiğinde elinizde çaylarla pencereden aşağı atlayıp balkona ulaşıyorsunuz. yalnız şimdi düşündüm de şu mevcut fransız balkonlardan çok daha mantıklı biliyor musunuz? en azından açık havada oturuyorsunuz mis gibi. dalga geçmiyorum.
peki biz hep böyle miydik? ilginçtir ki teknolojinin ileri olmadığı çok daha eski yıllarda çok daha iyi işler çıkartmışız.
mesela haydarpaşa garı 1908 yılında açılmış ama şu estetiğe bakar mısınız? -> haydarpaşa garı (estetiği bozan tek şey; kaynaktan demirlerle sonradan çirkin bir şekilde tepesine diktikleri o tabela, acımamışlar da)
haydarpaşa garı'nı yapan mimarlar ise o dönem çalıştıkları süre boyunca konaklayacakları ayaküstü bir yer yapalım demişler ve şunu yapmışlar -> sünget apartmanı (durun ağlamayın dostlar)
mesela aradan 150 yıl geçmiş ve biz yeni ankara tren garı'nı böyle yapmışız -> yeni ankara tren garı (az kalsın sanki ön tarafa yine dayanamayıp fransız balkonları çakıyorlarmış da son anda aklı başında biri çıkıp "napıyosunuz amk saçmalamayın" demiş gibi değil mi?)
1894 yılında yapılan rumeli pasajı'ndaki detaylar -> rumeli pasajı
1990 yılında yapılan okmeydanı perpa pasajı'ndaki detaylar -> perpa (lollll)
1886 yılında şişli'de yapılan saint michel lisesi -> saint michel lisesi
2000'li yıllardan beri her yerde gördüğümüz liselerden biri -> normal lise (tamam kardeşim hepsini saint michel gibi yapma eyvallah da en azından şu istanbul'da 10 tane şuna benzer bir şey olsun -1930 öncesi hariç-)
her şey ileri giderken mimarinin bu kadar gerilemesi gerçekten akıl alır gibi değil. özellikle 16. yy'da zirve yapan osmanlı mimarisinin klasik çağı etkisini yavaş yavaş kaybetse de 19. yy'a kadar bir şekilde devam etmiş. aralarda batıdan etkilenmişiz, barok, rönesans vs.. birinci dünya savaşı'ndaki sıkıntılara rağmen bile mimar ahmed kemalettin ile vedat tek neo-klasik bir akım başlatabilmişler.
vedat tek tarafından yapılan büyük postane: büyük postane
1920'li yıllarda yapılan ziraat bankası: ziraat bankası genel müdürlüğü
keza ikinci dünya savaşı sonrası bir on yıllık dönemde dahi ulusal bir mimari akım bu topraklarda nefes alabiliyormuş. tahminen 60'lardan sonra devlet kadrolarına yerleşenler o kadar önemli bir işi (şehir planlaması) ciddiye almamışlar ki bence en büyük ihanetlerden biri yapılmış. bunu yarın sabah 9'dan itibaren ciddiye alsak bile bu kentsel dokuyu düzeltmemiz yüzyıllar alacak.
yahu şu coğrafi bölgeden sağlıklı bireylerin yetişme şansı en fazla yüzde kaç olabilir -> kentleşme
düzeltmeyi bırakın, mevcudu bozmaya da devam ediyoruz. buyurun haliç'teki siluetin tam ortasından bıçak gibi geçen metro köprüsü -> haliç metrosu köprüsü yabancılar buna kısaca "whaddafuck!?" diyorlar. koskoca unesco kadir topbaş'ı aradı, "yapmayın etmeyin, sizi 'miras listesi'nden çıkartmak zorunda kalırız" dedi dinletemedi. ulan listesini geçtim, yapma kardeşim yapma ayıptır..bir de mimar olacaksın.
iç açıcı bir fotoğraf olarak 1900'lü yıllarda büyükada'da yapılan bir kulüp binası: büyükada anadolu kulübü*
1960'lı yıllardan sonra ise sadece sivillerin yaptığı binalar değil, devlet binaları da hızla tuhaflaşmaya başlıyor. hatta 'bakanlık üslubu' diye bir kavram bile gelişiyor galiba. son derece çirkin, depresif ve ruhsuz kamu binaları sarmaya başlıyor dört bir yanımızı. büyük bir mimari kopuş yaygın bir pratiğe dönüşüyor.
bu alandaki şaheserlerden 1960 yapımı tki binası -> türkiye kömür işletmeleri binası çok merak ediyorum, adam şunu tasarlarken karısıyla nasıl bir kavga ediyordu acaba?
tüm bunları nasıl bir motivasyonla yazdım bilmiyorum, bi başlayınca devamı geldi işte. alanım falan da değil açıkçası. neyse, belki de yarın istanbul'da bir inşaata başlayacak olan bi müteahhit okur mokur da "harbiden lan bu da fransız balkonsuz değişik bir şey olsun" der bir işe yarar, kim bilir. bir apartman bir apartmandır.
edit: bazı arkadaşlar "parasızlıktan yapılmıyor, ucuza mecburuz" yazmış. türkiye'nin nice güzel binaları 1850-1950 arası yapılmıştır. bu dönemin çoğunluğunu 'yokluk dönemi' olarak nitelendirebiliriz. hem de iki dünya savaşı var bu dönemde ama estetik kaygılar kentsel dokuyu koruyarak devam etmiş. keza yoksul nice ortadoğu ülkesi bile onca iç savaşa rağmen kendilerine has bir ruha sahip mimari atmosfer yaratabilmişler ve bunları korumuşlar. avrupa'nın fakir köylerine gidin bi dolaşın, kendinizi masalda dolaşıyor zannedersiniz. bu mevzu bu kadar basit açıklanabilecek bir mevzu değil, kusura bakmayın.
edit 2: arkadaşlar glarus'tan koyduğum fotoğrafı (ilk link) orası işlek bir cadde olduğu için daha da adil olmak adına değiştirdim (önceki fotoğraf şuydu: https://goo.gl/rqz9cv).
*daha önceden bu binanın tarihini 1950 olarak yazmıştım, bir arkadaş (@alkolsuz parabensiz) uyardı, binanın yapım yılı 1900'ler. eskiden bi yat kulübüymüş, sonra anadolu kulübüne devredilmiş. 10.01.2017 18:06 ~ 15.01.2017 16:08 soner bastiat
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