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Protesters clash with anti-Occupy residents in Mong Kok

NBC NewsPro-democracy campaigners and Beijing supporters scuffled on Friday, hours after Hong Kong’s leader agreed to open talks to end the deadlock.

Police tried to break up clashes in the district of Mong Kok, where demonstrators have been camped for days as part of the city’s “Umbrella Revolution.” Demonstrators are demanding the right to choose candidates in the 2017 elections.

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Exploring the Contemporary Contrasts of Lee Ufan’s Work at Versailles

For more from Lee Ufan’s works at Versailles, browse the #leeufan hashtag and explore the Jardins du Château de Versailles location page.

Last week, South Korean artist Lee Ufan unveiled a series of 10 commissioned works on the grounds of the Chateau de Versailles outside of Paris, France.

Ufan’s pieces take shape as large-scale sculptures and installations. Simple structures such as immersive rock gardens and the exhibition’s iconic polished-concrete arch stand in stark contrast to the decadent landscape of the Chateau grounds. The striking differences between the historical grounds and the exhibition works lead visitors to discover the dialogue and harmonies that can exist between objects that—at first—seem wholly dissimilar.

Ufan’s works will be on view at Chateau de Versailles until early November 2014.

You have to be always drunk. That’s all there is to it—it’s the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk.

But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.

And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again, drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is singing, everything that is speaking…ask what time it is and wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you: “It is time to be drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish.”

Charles Baudelaire  (Be Drunk)