Train - London, England
We call Daniel for our little Pokemon. I would describe him as a nice young talented man with a bright future and a endless love for harry potter.
He moved to London and send me this last week: a true act of friendship.
Also: I would really love to see this animated. Maybe theres a future in that. Animated transport textiles. A very far future.
Bus - London, England
There’s nothing like an empty bus in funky colors
Metro #2 - Paris, France
Kindly donated by fellow transport enthusiast Taylor Holland.
Typo Textile, Tram - Gothenburg, Sweden
Cactus Textile, Tram - Stockholm, Sweden
And here is a submission from my old friend and illustrator Christian. He lives in Stockholm now and is one of my greatest suppliers of swedish textiles.
Train: Central Line - London, UK
You really are doing a great job London. With those textiles there.
Bus - London, England
Mikado, triangles and stuff from the 80ies.
The train was cancelled, and instead there was a bus. The bus drivers hair was semi long and white.
Bus - Malaga, Spain
Some people have a dad who is retired and lives in Spain. I am one of those people. He lives on a mountain side in a city called Mijas. There is a lemon tree on his terrace.
The bus that goes from Fuengirola - the Costa del sol coast lines best town - to Mijas has this lovely pattern. I was sitting next to a guy who played Lady Gaga loud from his cellpohone, it all felt good and exotic.
Train - Los Boliches, Malaga, Spain
There is a fast train in spain. It’s called AVE. We wanted to go on it, me and my dad. My dad is a fan of trains and in general just fan of machines and new things and technology. So we planned to go. But then because dad’s do get older - we decided maybe it was too much - maybe we should do it another time. But one thing we could do - at least could do - was to go and take a photo of the textile in the train when it stopped at the station.
So we did that.
Bus & Train - London, England
It’s said that postmodernism is dead, but thats a lie, London busses are a true post modernistic dream.
I know it’s ugly, but I cant help it, I love sitting in the middle of someones ‘let’s go pattern crazy’ trip where floors are covered in purple and yellow dots in an indefinable skewed diagonal grid mess, I look up only to see the walls in a dull grey with computer pencil strokes in strange gradient combined colors I cant even name, and my ass is squashing a wonderful pattern of squares and animal skin inspired shapes. All together gives me the felling of being between a drug rush and an epileptic seizure.
Later I’m thinking: is it really possible - someone really made this happen?! It makes me very happy there is still a praise of ugly out there.