for the motherland

Urban stars will shine. In all their artificial opulence, they beckon, as you are enamored by the sight.

The sight of a glorious fabric of modernization.

A fabric of overzealous fashionistas, breathtaking heights, blinding nightlights, and glamorous billboards to preach the sexiest of all post-modern religions: consumerism.

And they consume, construct, contrive.

And they breed your greed in a crowded river of international currency, for you to brand yourself with everlasting youth in a syringe.


We who reside beyond the ancient walls of the Forbidden City experience modernization at the speed of the subway train. The simultaneous birth and death of buildings have rendered us a society which thrives on its obsession to abstract, transform, destroy and multiply.

Accompanied by paranoia and despair rooted in the endless pursuit for wealth and lost time.

Have the capitalist machines and the communist decadents found the means to coexist? Have we chosen the paradoxical path of globalization in the name of national pride?

We must put an end to such dehumanizing transience and superficial abstractions.

We must stop celebrating the death of conventions.

It is our duty to redefine the meaning modernity in the context of our own history and evolution.

We shall no longer boundlessly, shamelessly, embrace this contamination of Western pop culture as the Eastern ideal.

(inserted 12-page manifesto)


This landscape of paranoia is fabricated by the hyperactive fusion of technology, pop culture, capitalism as well as the remnants of a communist State structure.

It is through architecture, the science, knowledge and understanding of a society can be distilled into a concentrated, concrete form. And buildings and spaces are capable of arousing natural social relationships, and invoking healthy psychological awareness.

We carry the task of terminating this progressive impoverishment of an ancient architectural style.

We must employ historical certainties of realism in favor of this ambiguous abstraction, used as brutal instruments of dehumanization.

In a complex system of beauty and decay, physical and psychological, material and spiritual, we need to find that one moment of clarity that defines the meaning of our existence.

dziga vertov

i am kino-eye. i am a builder. i have placed you, whom i've created today, in an extraordinary room which did not exist until just now when i also created it. in this room there are twelve walls shot by me in various parts of the world. in bringing together shots of walls and details, i've managed to arrange them in an order that is pleasing and to construct with intervals, correctly, a film-phrase which is the room.

beware of the Shiny Yellow Speedo

the SYS decided that it was best to
remain silent
after witnessing the genocide

the SYS is holding my good friend hostage
while commiting atrocious crimes
across the continent

the SYS wants to escape from Hellville
but is all tangled up
in self-attached strings

the SYS would like to recreate
and impose
the Collective Nightmare on us all

the SYS plans to throw out the trash today
and suggests that you notify the authorities
before the evidence is gone

the SYS seeks to destroy the church of Logic
and insert in its place
the cult of the Counter-Productive

the SYS took part in fabricating
the Topographies of Captalistic Despair
in order to wake all our Dormant Fears

this place

this place is full of captalistic machines,
desperate intellectuals,
and pretentious social climbers.



when we stop buying this trash

maybe we'll find our souls.