Thick Curtains The street is too long, the curtains too thick, the house too high, No noise, even muffled, ever penetrates the walls of the room, no vibration, no breath of air, and in the silence tiny particles descend slowly, scarcely visible in the lamplight, descend gently, vertically, always at the same speed, and the fine gray dust lies in a uniform layer on the floor, on the bedspread, on the furniture. Text: Robbe-Grillet, In the Labyrinth 1959 Picture: Carlo Mollino, Casa Mollino 1938 SEE MORE http://www.p-851.com/#!architecture-blog/ch6q
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Thick Curtains

The street is too long, the curtains too thick, the house too high, No noise, even muffled, ever penetrates the walls of the room, no vibration, no breath of air, and in the silence tiny particles descend slowly, scarcely visible in the lamplight, descend gently, vertically, always at the same speed, and the fine gray dust lies in a uniform layer on the floor, on the bedspread, on the furniture.

Text: Robbe-Grillet, In the Labyrinth 1959 
Picture: Carlo Mollino, Casa Mollino 1938

SEE MORE http://www.p-851.com/#!architecture-blog/ch6q