The Ecal Manual of Style
Edited by Jonathan Olivares and Alexis Georgacopoulos
Phaidon, London 2022, 204 pages, 300 illustrations, Hardback, 27 x 20,5 cm, ISBN 9781838665173
euro 39,95
L'università svizzera ECAL è uno degli istituti di arte e design più quotati degli ultimi vent'anni, e questo volume ne rivela per la prima volta i metodi di insegnamento, attraverso una selezione dei progetti più innovativi realizzati dagli studenti. Designer, critici e scrittori rispondono alla domanda "Come si dovrebbe insegnare il design oggi?", svelando l'approccio unico della scuola alla pedagogia del design: incoraggiare lo stile personale e stimolare gli studenti ad indirizzare la proprio creatività verso un contesto professionale. Un volume perfetto per un pubblico di designer e studenti di design
The story and teachings of one of the world’s most creative design schools, as told by its teachers, alumni, and student projects – the ideal book for educators and students alike, posing the question 'How should design be taught today?'
Swiss university ECAL is widely considered to be among the leading art and design institutions of the past two decades. Here, for the first time, ECAL’s teaching methods are revealed to a wider readership. The book poses the question ‘How should design be taught today?’ to select designers, critics, and writers, and the answers highlight the school’s unique approach to design pedagogy: encouraging individual and personal styles, and rigorously pushing them to develop into their most coherent forms. This is the only book to explain ECAL's innovative teaching methods, which encourage students to be business minded as well as creative.
18/06/22
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Cute when you win
Written for the prompt ‘pool’ for @steddiemicrofic
442 words / Rated G or T / established relationship
“Red three, corner right pocket.”
“My right or your right?” Eddie grins across the table at Steve.
A haze of cigarette smoke hangs in the air, lending a dreamlike feeling to the nearly empty bar. It’s late, almost closing time, and Eddie and Steve have been playing pool for hours. Steve rolls his eyes but otherwise ignores Eddie’s remark.
“Corner right pocket,” Steve repeats. The light above the pool table haloes Steve as he leans over, the muscles in his forearm flexing as he lines up his cue and takes the shot, sinking the ball with ease. He straightens, brows raised, spreading his hands. “Told you.”
“You know you don’t have to try to impress me right?” Eddie says, hands wrapped around his cue, smiling fondly. “I’ll let you in on a secret, Steve: I’m already impressed.”
“Who said I’m trying to impress you?” Steve slips the cue behind his back, hip grazing the edge of the table. “Eight ball, left side.” He winks, takes the shot, and wins the game.
Eddie tips his head back with a groan. “Fuck. I don’t know if I think it’s annoying you beat me at four games in a row, or if I think it’s hot.”
“You know what I think?” Steve moves around the table to stand by Eddie.
“No, what do you think?”
“I think you think it’s hot.” Steve leans against the pool table, crossing his arms. “That’s why you let me win twice.”
“Me? I’d never do that just to see that cute little smile you get when you win.”
“Uh-huh.” Steve shrugs. “I mean, I am pretty cute, so… I guess I can let it slide this time.”
“And if you weren’t going to let it slide,” Eddie says, leaning closer, “what would you do?”
The only answer he gets is a grin and a twinkle in Steve’s eyes that makes his heart beat hard. “Hey, wanna play again?”
Eddie shakes his head. “You know what I think?”
Steve’s lips twitch. “No, what do you think?”
“I think we should go home.”
“That”— Steve pushes away from the table —“is my kind of thought.” He takes their cues over to the rack, then gestures with his head. “Giddy up, time’s a-wastin’.”
“So bossy,” Eddie says, but he follows Steve through the bar and into the balmy night air. “Hey, wanna come back again tomorrow night? Shoot some more pool?”
Their hands brush between them as they walk, tantalizing and teasing. “Yeah,” Steve says, “but don’t let me win. I wanna beat you for real.”
Eddie snorts but he says, “Deal,” and, street deserted, takes a chance and holds Steve’s hand.
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Have you seen that short where Marcille goes to an "ex-dungeon lord support group"?? It's so funny that it EXISTS at all but it ends with her being awkward because everyone there lost something great and she's sitting there like "uh... I lost the will to do my hair." But it's so sweet because her hair is styled in that short by someone who cares for her 🥺
I did!! If I recall correctly, I think Pattadol actually set it up because she wants to help former dungeon lords heal?? It's very sweet and also SO funny.
And kind of tragic. Marcille thinks she got off easy because she doesn't remember how much she used to love taking care of her hair. It was such a huge part of who she was as a person and now she doesn't even remember it well enough to grieve it. She says "oh well, I guess I'll cut it short" like she didn't spend years growing it and taking care of it. Like it wasn't a point of pride for her, like it wasn't something she really loved about herself.
Sure. It's not as bad as what happened to Mithrun and Thistle, who had their entire selves taken away. But the demon still took a fundamental part of her in an active attempt to make her more vulnerable, and she doesn't even think it was a big deal...
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