A love letter to transport textiles

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. 

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 - 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.  

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. 

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. 

Train - London, England
It was christmas holiday. I was on a train. And maybe I did ate to much meat during the past couple of days, and maybe my insides and parts of my brains had turned into pate and roasted duck with thick brown gravy followed by mashed potatoes and cooked parts from pigs and curry herrings as starters - I dont know - but all I could see in that train, was myself sourrounded by chicken legs with tender meat on, ready to be picked up and eaten.Maybe its not just me, maybe the exact time this textile was designed, was during this annually returning little meat-eating festival placed on the same dates as jesus birthday, and Mr. designer was as meat infected as me - and despite a desire to become christmas clean, withdrawal symptoms had taken over.
Merry christmas  

Train - London, England

It was christmas holiday. I was on a train. And maybe I did ate to much meat during the past couple of days, and maybe my insides and parts of my brains had turned into pate and roasted duck with thick brown gravy followed by mashed potatoes and cooked parts from pigs and curry herrings as starters - I dont know - but all I could see in that train, was myself sourrounded by chicken legs with tender meat on, ready to be picked up and eaten.
Maybe its not just me, maybe the exact time this textile was designed, was during this annually returning little meat-eating festival placed on the same dates as jesus birthday, and Mr. designer was as meat infected as me - and despite a desire to become christmas clean, withdrawal symptoms had taken over.

Merry christmas  

Skovshoved habour - van - Denmark.

Almost bleached away by the sun, these cactuses have had a long life. Seen in the front seat and back seats of an old white van in skovshoved harbour, where the owner was unloading his boat. I imagine how a family have been on holiday, had laughs, arguments too, eaten icecream, been hot in the summersun and might even got divorced - cactuses would have no opinion in any matter. 
The skovshoved harbour was the scenery of my childhood.

Skovshoved habour - van - Denmark.

Almost bleached away by the sun, these cactuses have had a long life. Seen in the front seat and back seats of an old white van in skovshoved harbour, where the owner was unloading his boat. I imagine how a family have been on holiday, had laughs, arguments too, eaten icecream, been hot in the summersun and might even got divorced - cactuses would have no opinion in any matter. The skovshoved harbour was the scenery of my childhood.