Post 7: Eileen Gray.

 

Hello my dear bilingual readers, today I will talk to you about one of my favorite architects and references: Eileen Gray.

Born on August 9, 1878 in Ireland, she was an artist, furniture designer, interior designer and architect. She was one of the great (and few) women recognized for her various artistic works.

She was a great designer and architect internationally recognized for her industrial designs. Her designs were focused on ergonomics and at the same time combined with the built space.

A great example of her work is one of her own houses called "Tempe á Pailla", located in the french town of Castellar. Which is focused on the author's self-exploration of the modern movement that was occurring at the time, it was also adjusted to the individual life.

The house "E. 1027" is also a great example. A summer residence that she shared with her partner, the name of the house is related to their names.  It was a space where the furniture itself was part of the architecture of the house.  Something interesting about this project, is that Eileen Gray had to leave because one of the great architects (Le Corbusier) stalked her and against her will she painted 8 murals there.

I like her because she was one of my first references in the world of architecture. In addition, I was very struck by the fact that she herself designed both the architecture of their spaces and the interior design they had

Post 6: TOP 5

 Hello my dear bilingual readers. Today I will tell you my TOP 5 TIMES WHEN I ALMOST DIED

I want to start by mentioning that I did not try this at home and that everything related in the following lines has a tragicomic approach but it is all real.

I remember in 2015 I was invited to a party out of town, the terrace of the house was completely glazed. And as you might guess, it was dark. I collided directly with the glass door, thinking it was open. I went through the door and cut part of my hand. Since we were out of town, they couldn't call an ambulance, so they took me in one of the house cars. I thought I was going to "the other side".

I think that same year I realized that I was allergic to a fruit, the kiwi. I remember helping out at a fast food place where they prepared chopped fruit for dessert. They added whipped cream, different flavored sauces and ice cream. They gave me one of the fruit cups, among them was my arch nemesis (whom I didn't know yet). A few minutes after eating the kiwi I started to feel sick. That day I discovered that I have a food allergy called "anaphylaxis". I went back to believing that this was my last wi.

A few years went by and death breathed down my neck again. I was in 12th grade and for the school anniversary a party was organized. All my friends were dancing with me, when suddenly I fell to the ground knockout. They had thrown a shoe to the sky, and among all the people who were there, it fell on me, like a Gps looking for an address, straight to my face. I thought about, if I had realized all my dreams and goals, and the answer was no. I had not. So I opened my eyes with a new opportunity to live. And like a "bichota" I left the dance floor on a stretcher. Unforgettable.

Recently, just on a blog Friday (which obviously I had not yet written because I always like to work against time) my aunt invited me to the center. We left early in the morning, the car's technical inspection (aka the tank from here on) had been rejected because of the tinted glass. We decided to park the tank first in line. As most things had gone wrong for us during the day we decided to go back to the house. We were about to climb into the tank when a giant truck drags the tank a few meters away. The one above is fond of us.

And to finish my top, I will relate the time I almost died trying to get through a semester of college. As you, my dear readers, know, a semester of college can be the best or worst of your college career, I had the worst. I was left in some classes with professors that I didn't really understand no matter how hard I tried to learn and also with "professors" that didn't know about educational techniques. But as you are reading this, you can assume that I got through it, and the most important message is not to give up because things will always work out along the way, besides, if I didn't continue as I could say in the future "go to the mall and exploit my card".