Michel De Certeau Quotes

The panorama-city is a 'theoretical' (that is, visual) simulacrum, in short a picture, whose condition of possibility is an oblivion and a misunderstanding of practices.

I think that in a weird way, as technology gets more sophisticated, people have become less aware of it. It's become part of our day to day life. We're seeing large-scale projection mapping, like on buildings. There's video everywhere. It's much less noticeable that we're actually looking at technology.

The research rat of the future allows experimentation without manipulation of the real world. This is the cutting edge of modeling technology.

Images are made palpable, ironed flat by technology and, in turn, dictate the seemingly real through the representative.

Virtual reality is just air guitar writ large.

I saw Chungking for the first time more than 40 years ago - a city of hills and mists, of grays and lavenders, two rivers shaping it to a point and the cliff rising above me like a challenge.

The crowd is the veil through which the familiar city beckons to the flâneur as phantasmagoria-now a landscape, now a room.

The number one thing is creating this world ["Trolls" ] - what the world is going to look like, feel like and what technology will we need to use to get there.

Cyberspace, especially, draws us into the instant.

It was such a bigger picture [ Westworld] than what I thought it was. It's more of a revolution than a TV show.

Through that windshield I saw a city that didn’t know it was hungry and a reflection of a guy who was FREE.

I could have a sex change and become a woman, physically. But in some ways that isn't even necessary. Because we live in a time when real life, and virtual life are at parity. We are so used to being creators, and creating versions of ourselves, mainly online, and through our communication technology, that I could very well picture myself as a woman, and consider myself a woman, even if my body would be classified as a male body by a medical examiner.

This virtual reality stuff is the technological equivalent, really, of psychedelics.

This thought was interrupted, suddenly, by a crash from the front entrance. We all looked over just in time to see Adam bending back from the glass, rubbing his arm. "Pull open," Maggie called out. As Leah rolled her eyes, she said, "He never remembers. It's so weird.

Cyberspace is an accident of the real. Virtual reality is the accident of reality itself.

A character is 2D, and then after I come in it becomes a 3D; it becomes alive.

How did you . . . pass the time?’ Sunday asked. ‘You couldn’t just ching out of it, could you?’ ‘We had a different form of chinging,’ Eunice said. ‘An earlier type of virtual-reality technology, much more robust and completely unaffected by time lag. You may have heard of it. We called it “reading”.

I have something to say about the difference between American and European cities, but I forgot what it was. I have it written down at home somewhere.

Art used to be painting, sculpture, music, etc, but now, all technology has become art. Of course, this form of art is still very primitive, but it is slowly replacing reality.

I love just seeing shots of New York inside of a fictional movie that are not controlled. I do not like shots with extras, I have to say. I don't mind extras in other scenes, but I love New York City streets just as they look. I don't even care if someone looks at the camera. It doesn't bother me.

I'm fascinated with materials, with processes, with technologies.

I love San Francisco, and it offers spectacular scenery of the city, and it adds to the uplifting quality of the movie.

I never write "metropolis" for seven cents when I can write "city" and get paid the same.

In the city of flesh I travel without maps, a worried tourist: and Ottilie was a very Venice. I stumbled lost in the blue shade of her pavements. Here was a dreamy stillness, a swaying, the splash of an oar. Then, when I least expected it, suddenly I stepped out into the great square, the sunlight, and she was a flock of birds scattering with soft cries in my arms.

New York is the true City of Light in any season.