These flower portraits by Steven Meisel are just so beautiful. They pay homage to Constance Spry, a famous British educator, florist and author. She created exquisitely grand arrangements for high society clients such as Cecil Beaton, and she did the flowers for the weddings of the Duke of Gloucester, princesses Elizabeth and Margaret, and for the coronation of the Queen. This is my favourite of Meisel’s homages, anemones that look like the prettiest and most delicate fried eggs.
April 21, 2017
April 20, 2017
With whimsical wallpapers, tiles and art, and a stuffed peacock in the living room, who wouldn’t want to live in this gorgeous 16th arrondissement apartment? I love the master bedroom, with its layered Berbers, Hermes blanket and petit fours pink walls. Just look at that darling flamingo wallpaper! The children’s rooms are an utter delight, and the tiled floors in the bathroom and kitchen just beg to be danced on. This home is too much fun.
April 19, 2017
Heather Chontos is an artist whose work I adore –– so much so, that we own a piece in three shades of pink. Her textiles have me really excited with their bold shapes and jubilant colours. I would love an antique chaise upholstered in any of her high wattage fabrics. Or a smattering of summer kaftans would be fabulous, too.
April 14, 2017
I think breakfast would taste better at this table. So would a late night serving of Italian eggs. I love the gigantic window, the soaring ceilings and the beautiful mix of materials in this kitchen. And yes, I can imagine many an interesting conversation taking place at that table.
April 6, 2017
I walked through sunny Parkdale yesterday with a huge bolt of red and white stripey fabric under my arm. I got as far as Queen and Ossington before I hailed a taxi, lest I toppled over. The candy cane cotton is for curtains that I’m having made for the children’s bedroom; I see Victorian beach tents or the circus! This morning I stumbled upon the home of Dutch fashion designer Marie-Anne Oudejans and it gave me even more inspiration. All those tented daybeds are a dream. The apartment, on the ground floor of the Narain Niwas Hotel, opens up onto a pool and leafy garden with tropical flowers, parrots and monkeys. It’s all so magical. Like the circus.
April 3, 2017
I can’t imagine a more delightful bed for a child than this one. I love the natural wood, and all the intricate carving on the headboard. I think this little girl must only dream of lovely things. Take a look at the rest of the house. It’s filled with a lovely light and life and appears so warm and charming.
March 28, 2017
I was looking at American architect, Eugene Tsui‘s nature inspired houses this afternoon, and imagining what it would be like to live inside his amazing Fish House. It’s bizarre and otherworldly, much like all his structures. The house was designed for Tsui’s parents and is modeled after a tardigrade, which the architect describes as “the world’s most indestructible living creature.” I’d like to sit in the living room, if only to imagine what it feels like to live in a house on the moon.
February 24, 2017
Regular readers know how much thought I give to my dream guest loo. Ditch the tub, and this is just the sort of dizzyingly fun experience I think a visit to the loo should be. With its gorgeous Moroccan tiles and antique fringed hand towels, this is also a gem. And although I’m not usually one for animal print, this subtle take on dalmatian is dynamite.
February 21, 2017
Mustard is a favourite colour of mine. I have a wonderful oversized cardigan, and a pair of Ferragamo Varina’s, both in mustard, that I love. It’s not the prettiest colour on the palette, or as cheerful as other yellows like marigold, but it is regal. Princess moments ask for a Louis XV style sofa in mustard velvet with gold trim, don’t you agree?
February 17, 2017
I wonder if a cook’s kitchen would get me to cook? I roast the odd parsnip, sauté spinach and stir a risotto, but for the most part, I’m utterly unimaginative in the kitchen. Now, give me a kitchen like this one, and watch the marjoram fly. Hell, I may even bake my own bread and churn my own butter.