Unhappy Hipsters

Another crow whose life would abruptly end, a tangle of feathers and blood and glass, after falling for the illusion of verdant fields in the kitchen.

(Photo: Andreas Meichser; NYTimes)

By dint of sheer will, he was able to telekinetically toss the balls around the yard from the safety of his playroom.

(Photo: Marvin Rand/Darcy Hemley; Dwell)

Even the soothing sway of the hammock couldn’t relax her; someone was watching.

(Photo: Alessio Guarino; Dwell)

Drink in hand, he settled into the numb nothingness of his self-imposed isolation.

(Photo: Daniel Hennessy; Dwell, November 2006)

Lucite walls. Another idea that he’d preemptively moved from “theory” to “reality” without considering the consequences.

(Photo: Dwell)

For the second time that week, the living room had conferenced without her. Small comfort, but the dining area appeared to be shut out as well.

(Photo: Hertha Hurnaus, Dwell, February 2008)

For once in his life he was on the inside looking out. And for all his effort, there was no one to witness his arrival as an arbiter of culture.

(Photo: Hertha Hernaus; Dwell, Dec/Jan 2006)

It became their routine. And so the evenings stretched out before him: still, gray, and gravel-strewn.

(Photo: Dean Kaufman; Dwell, November 2006)

It was unclear how her life had become so riddled with obvious metaphors.

(Photo: Paco Perez; Dwell, July/August 2004)

Eames, Aalto — her most significant relationships were with dead designers.

(Dwell magazine, December 2004)