Sentences with phrase «about function over form»

This converted pencil factory home may be all about function over form, but we reckon it inspires serious design envy too...

«It was all about function over form as we had the farmer and the agricultural community in mind but it very quickly exceeded those expectations.

Historically, Camry interiors have been about function over form.

This cult favorite Korean skincare brand is all about function over form.

They both hang their hats at Hawker's hot invention incubator Trident Design, LLC, the firm that hatched the cephalopod - inspired PowerSquid, a multi-dongle powerstrip that's all about function over form.

Not exact matches

You need to think about breathability and water - resistance and choose function over form.

Her studies include morphological changes across ontogeny and over deep time, which offer a way to investigate pattern and process in evolution, and help to generate more comprehensive hypotheses about how form and function interact.

Over hundreds of years, scientists have learned much about the brain, including the countless methods through which information is transferred from neuron to neuron at a junction called a synapse, and how hundreds — even thousands — of neurons can function together to form a larger circuit responsible for any given activity.

Maybe it's all about looks, whereas Han prefers function over form — even to the point that he'd prefer the hunk of junk image.

The McLaren Senna is unlikely to win a beauty pageant, but there's undoubtedly something unforgettable about its prioritizing of function over form.

I have also read complaints about how the door handles mesh too closely into the inside of the door and how there aren't enough cup holders — standard gripes about «too much form over not enough function.»

For those who are hardcore about the feeds they follow, Flipboard is really more form over function — lacking the ability to mark stories as already read or syncing across devices.

Warning: If you value form over function, do not even think about buying the Kindle Fire.

There are little things that are nice about the Nook, but overall, function (Kindle) wins over form for me.

Not so sure about the metal bodies though, I just hope it's not yet another case of form over function and really hoping it doesn't mean no microSD slot.

This is all about form over function, as long as it fits your wrist.

Android's most powerful automation app Tasker has always been about form over function, and when so much functionality is crammed into one app by one single developer, it's easy to see why he'd rather spend that time on adding more functionality instead of...

The people complaining about the AirPods» look are the same ones who complain that Apple puts form over function.

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.