Posts from October 2018

comeback queen

October 19, 2018

Carnations have always been a bit naff, mostly because we see them year-round at the corner shop, next to baby’s breath. But there are some larger ones about called spray carnations that have frilly edges and come in beautiful colours like nude and plum, and next to the typical red and yellow ones, they look positively grand. I bought a large bunch yesterday, and added a hodge podge of blue hydrangeas, pink lisianthus, cockscomb (that velvety pink flower) and some gerbera daisies. They’re sitting in a turquoise water jug, and the whole things is a happy thing to look at.

glass act

October 18, 2018

I came across the work of Ingeborg Lundin today, a mid-century Swedish glass artists famous for her hand blown “apple” design. I love her textured work, these beautiful blue and green vases, etched with organic designs. And this long stem vase, (pictured) is so very elegant.

mix and match

October 18, 2018

I’m mad about the mixing of prints. I liked the layering of florals over a simple black sweater in this editorial and this is pretty fabulous, too. She’s bold. But for best inspiration I look to Matisse’s models –– the original mix and matchers. Here is Odalisque in red Jacket, and she is utterly divine.

nike

October 17, 2018

“God gave you two hands,” is what the English warn about raising more than two children. One, two, seven children –– I don’t know a single mother who doesn’t wish for more hands. It’s how I felt this morning, as I pegged it up Spadina chasing an Uber that had sped off with two of my three children in it. The third, a tiny-just-turned-four-year-old, stood alone on the curb in a flowery rain jacket as I ran away from her, screaming at the white Toyota. We’d decided to Uber to school because it was raining, and I told the driver we’d be making a stop at Bloor and Spadina to drop off the littlest one. Goodness knows how, but the driver misunderstood and thought I meant that I was getting out also, and that he would be driving the other two solo. Even as I watched him drive off, (with my phone, too) I was almost certain that that was what he had assumed. But almost certain turns mothers into Nike. It did this mother. I didn’t run, I flew. Variations on these crazy seconds play out for us all, regardless of how many kids you have,  and how much help you’ve got. Even super efficient, got-it-all-under-control Mums get caught in torrential thunderstorms with no umbrella. We’re human. With superhuman qualities, when required. We turn our bodies into a canopy. We learned a lesson or two; communicate better. Speak up when in doubt (neither child said a word). We did all burst out laughing though once I was back in the car.

brollies are for sissies

October 15, 2018

I look ever so slightly ridiculous wearing one, but I do love my Dollar Store rain bonnet. It was a gift from our nanny, Marilyn and I’ve worn it for years. It’s the top knot that sends the whole look over the edge, but it keeps my hair dry-ish, so I really don’t care. For a year or so, my great friend Stephanie and I had an idea (My Mum’s idea, actually) of starting up our own line of whimsical bonnets in clear plastic with high wattage piping. We had a name, and everything –– Deluge –– and we envisioned them everywhere, from chic hair salons to the cash at your local supermarket. But between babies, work, travel etc… Deluge never made the splash we hoped. An idea means very little if you don’t see it through, and to this day, I wince when I see a bonnet on the runway, on a magazine cover or on a celebrity’s noggin’. Steph and I had fun dreaming Deluge up, and maybe one day we’ll find a Deluge part deux? In the meantime, I have at least a dozen samples in rotation for rainy days. The pink neon is my favourite (the bonnet came with a chic little pouch that matched the piping) but I’m still faithful to my original.

meow

October 13, 2018

I rarely wear an animal print, but this coat caught my eye, and even my kids gave it a ten out ten. I went back to the Gap a few days later and gave it a solid seven. It’s the coziness that I liked. But then I imagined the coat come February and all I could picture was something Magda might use as a bathmat. So I moved on. But leopard lovers, it really is a fun coat.

Body art

October 11, 2018

There’s a certain painting that I’m drawn to –– the meeting of simple forms in strong colours on a canvas –– that I’ve seen many variations on of late. But there’s something about French artist, Caroline Denervaud‘s work that stands out. AnOther Magazine, describes her paintings as a “meta millefeuille” which I find so apt. “Few can claim the truly tactile relationship that Denervaud explores within her work. Sheathing the floor of her studio with swathes of paper, and combining dance and movement with the application of pen or paint, Denervaud creates shapes that offer a direct trace of her movements.” Her process is fascinating and idiosyncratic, and that may be what we feel in her paintings, and what distinguishes them from others.

autumn

October 11, 2018

It’s windy this morning and the leaves are falling like raindrops. It’s a weird time of year, when the intermittent bursts of heat start to feel like party guests that don’t want to leave. It’s sort of sad and wistful. But the show must go on, and while these days feel like a gift to warm weather lovers like me, I know it’s time to put on a coat, walk out the door and start something new.

concrete jungle

October 10, 2018

I really like the look of concrete surfaces in a home, even though my designer friends tell me it’s highly impractical. This home in Kuala Lumpur –– a very different climate –– is so striking. It belongs to architects Wen Hsia Ang and BC Ang, and it was this beautiful sink that first caught my eye. I love the shower, also. It may be a look that I’d tire of, especially is the greys of winter. But these guys  –– concrete is central to most of the couple’s projects –– elevate boring old concrete to another level.

asymmetry

October 9, 2018

If I liked pottery that is perfectly straight, tight and symmetrical, I’d be shit out of luck. Instead, I lean towards work that shows the markings and mistakes of its maker. I like wonky rims and irregular patterns. I like disproportions. Lucky for me, my aesthetic lines up with up my ability. And with aspects of my nature, too. I’m a sloppy cook, and I rarely wear clothes that match. I brush my hair only when I feel a massive knot coming. And a lot of what I’m drawn to –– paintings, people, places –– is weird, quirky and flawed. But like all of us, I’m a contradiction, with another side that’s conservative, rigid and disciplined. I swim three times a week, for 35 minutes at a time, and I relish in routine and hospital corners. So to find areas where I feel free, and where I can explore my inner wabi sabi, is exciting to me.

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