Zazaziza

There should be flowers that grow from AC units. What I imagine is that somehow the airflow of the AC units, the heat and humidity of Taipei conspire to create the perfect conditions for this giddy life form. They should look like crazy hyperactive flowers floating horizontally, propelled and supported by the air coming from the fan of the AC unit.

These flowers should evolve, I guess they should look pretty so humans wont try to get rid of them. Also they should spin in interesting ways, And they should have bright colors or something. Maybe they could lure dragonflies, although I don’t know what dragonflies are into, or how to attract them.

Goodbye potatoes, hello gorillas!

happy new year to everyone.


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It strikes us as odd that in this United Nations’ International Year of the Potato there haven’t been any urban potatoculture initiatives. United Nations, helloooo?

Anyways, here’s an idea to get closer urban homo sapiens and their solanum tuberosum counterparts: Imagine there are potatoes secretly planted in public spaces and parks in the city; these potatoes can be looked up in a map and be adopted by carb-loving citizens (from now on referred to as potato pimps) who can take care of the developing urban potato plants by watering and fertilizing them as well as documenting the growth process.

The map can be updated with news and tips for the community of potato pimps, who, harvest time come, can get together to share delicious dishes using their beloved adopted tubers!

The map above shows real geographical positions of real potatoes sowed on a rainy Saturday in the city of Bogotá. The invitation is open for anyone interested in becoming a potato pimp to choose a potato and commit to take care of the plant.

We know some of our babies wont survive the tough life in the streets but we cannot let ourselves be overcome with sadness or despair as we strongly feel we have a message to deliver, namely, a message of potato love.

We hope that with time, more potatoes can be sown in different places and cities, and also hope that the logistics and touch points–so primitive at this point–can evolve to render a most meaningful and potatolicious experience.

This Halloween night, trust no potato.

Potatokind and mankind’s paths have been intertwined for millennia. Through history, besides their delicious and nutritious qualities, potatoes have been used as effective weapons against predators and enemies, and have even helped us unwind at the end of a long day, when the only thing we want to do is to play a little potato-ball or perhaps get a rolling potato massage.

As depicted in 2001: A Space Oddyssey (remember the giant black rectangular potato monolith), potatoes played an instrumental role in the origin of civilization. Were it not for these magnificent tubers we would still be living as pets and fodder for dinosaurs*. Perhaps some would think that we are being too bold in saying that potato stamps were the first form of graphic communication, perhaps that’s debatable. But what no one can deny is the insurmountable debt humanity owes to the spud kingdom.

As part of our opportunistic retro-inventions series, the image above shows the potato print system with a carved stamp depicting a funky dancing LED that uses glow in the dark ink, not out of place at all in prehistorical, post-apocalyptic or Halloween party scenarios, among others.

*Hyperbole added for dramatic effect only. Zazaziza is a firm follower of the theory of evolution.

Everything is made of potatoes, even you and i.

Sweet potato may be real sweet, yuca can be damn so funky - but one very clear advantage, which the potato has over these charming brothers, is its perfect hand-fitting form. Basically, a potato is a natural born handheld device, with a perfect size, ideal weight, and an ultimate shape for the human hand. Somewhere out there, there’s a matching potato for every existing human hand.

All we need is a high-tech feature and we can start tickling that little guy. In terms of interaction design, physicality, and our behaviour, the Solanum tuberosum is the perfect type– we feel all good with potatoes.