(I am severing written contact from here-on-in. I will let the pictures speak for themselves. Enjoy! And then go crawling back to your community library and sob at the sorry state of it compared to the below. From warped nests of modern metal to Baroque flourishes of book-bearing wood, they will be sure to conjure up feelings of jealousy, and want. )
Obviously, I lied about the wordlessness. Here some words right now: I. Want. To. Live. Here.
It turns out Iowa is good for something other than corn. The Iowa Law library could be realistically likened to a museum. Or a palace suffering budget cuts.
This looks like the kind of library that would require a ladder on wheels to get around.
This Irish library has been fashioned from echoes of old train stations. It is Ireland’s largest library, and being a copyright library, holds a copy of every book copyrighted.
Inside this Beijing library, which appears to be constructed from foraged twigs and nothing else, (a new feat of minimalism?) bookshelves are used as tables, chairs, and, well, bookshelves.
The bronze sculptures in here are, in fact, fashioned from wood. Do Portuguese librarians have no morals?
This is a private library and I am jealous.
Who said buddhist monks have no style?
The Tuggeranong Library in Australia is almost too good for the small subdivision in which it is nestled.
And that is that! In only 232 words, I managed to write a post. To compensate, on Wednesday I hope to publish one of my favourites, a long thinky essay. Input on what I should write about are recieved most appreciatively.