Turning Torso

voice say, "Excuse me, I know it's terribly late. But is it possible to get a manicure?" I looked up over Cindy's shoulder and beheld a Greek god. (I had no idea such deities needed manicures!) Before I could pull my jaw back up, Cindy, not even turning around, said, "Nope, we close in ten minutes." "How do ya like that?" she grumbled, keeping her gaze fixed on my hangnail as he walked out. "Who does he think he is to march in here at this hour and expect a manicure?" Then, Cindy's ears,…

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would have drawn it quite like you. If you think you'd like to do better, make another, and another, and another. Keep the first ones. Watch the growth of both your facility and your interest. Put an end to limiting yourself by drawing nothing but torsos in a life drawing class. (Do I exaggerate?) Activate the potential crannies of the mind. There is a law in the Christian religion that says (I paraphrase) "If you can believe, so shall it come to pass." You can break a civil law but you…

estruturas metálicas em várias obras “de prestígio” (e.g., na Expo 98), com grande impacto estético/visual, e ainda na reparação de estruturas deterioradas (constituídas por diversos materiais: betão, madeira, etc.). Figura 1.2 – Edifícios (i) “Turning Torso” (Suécia) e (ii) “Burj Al Arab” (Dubai) • É (ainda) rara a utilização de estruturas metálicas em edifícios destinados a habitação ou a escritórios, apesar de esta tendência esteja a mudar lentamente. Existem várias razões para este…

talking about the weather. “It seems to me I have little to fear from such an exercise, as you are not a very good shot.” He turned, took aim, and let the knife fly. It stuck directly into the heart of the target, quivering slightly. “Or,” Jem went on, turning back to Will, “you could allow me to teach you. For I am a very good shot.” Charlotte stared. For half a year she had watched Will push away everyone who’d tried to get near him—tutors; her father; her fiancé, Henry; both the…

and eightieth metre. They‟d turn their burning cigarettes into their cupped palms and stand stock-still, clinging to their night-vision instruments. And then, they‟d slowly, quietly head back, without taking their eyes off the tunnel, and never turning their backs to it. They were now on patrol at the four hundred and fiftieth metre, fifty metres from the boundary post. The boundary was checked once a day and today‟s inspection had been completed several hours ago. Now their post…

Parede de cisalhamento. (b) Estrutura com núcleo rígido em concreto. ............... 9 Figura 4: Estrutura tubular........................................................................................................ 10 Figura 5: Edifício Turning Torso (Suécia) construído com núcleo rígido em concreto armado. .......................................................................................................................................... 11 Figura 6: Seções usuais de pilares mistos

lying on the floor, looking up. The woman on the floor has just taken a severe spaghetti-western-style gang beating. Her face is bloody, beaten up, and torn. The high contrast B/W turning the red blood into black blood. A hand belonging to the off-screen Man's Voice ENTERS FRAME holding a white handkerchief with the name "BILL" sewn in the corner, and begins tenderly

and leaves for insulation.” “Wow,” Brayden said dryly. “Great story.” And they laughed. “But the funny thing was that then when we started the campfire, these pine needles kept falling in the fire and flaring up!” “Oh man,” Jake interrupted, turning to Brayden. “You remember when Fat Marty lit that grease bomb?!” “It was so funny, Josie,” Brayden said. “He saved, like, a month’s worth of bacon grease. He wanted to show us how to make a grease bomb.” “And then he lit it and…

shadows into the heavy gloom, the shadows of a countless horde of beasts, beasts that leapt and pranced as they ran from the fire. Apes, rats, birds, every kind and species of creature, and none the same as you should find in a children's book, their torsos too large, their coats colored red and black and blue. They whirled like dervishes, reared and raked the air with pawing forelegs. It made the girl think of Carnival and people whipping themselves into an ecstatic fervor. But even as…