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.
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.
I’m a little potty about these genie pants. They look like they’re made from some beautiful organza, but even in a 100 per cent rayon, I’d love them. I see them with a fun, embellished t-shirt and a flirty heel or a plain white t-shirt and espadrilles. And yes, I’ll take them in every colour of the rainbow, please.
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.
There is so much to love in this seaside photograph by David Alan Harvey; The pops of tomato against the sky and denim blue, the gaggle of girls chatting away, the beautiful old pram and charming parasol. The photo was taken in Bermeo in the Basque Country in 1977, (hence the bell bottoms) and it’s just the sort of wonderful everyday scene you happen upon all the time in small European towns. It’s possible that these women have known each other since childhood. And just as likely that the couple’s fathers met in nursery school.
This early 70s Givenchy dress, organza with raglan sleeves, is just the sort of thing I’d like to have copied in various fabrics. I find it so versatile and chic. I might choose a different neckline, a boat neck, perhaps, and a three quarter length sleeve instead of the full length. It belonged to Wallis Simpson, the Duchess of Windsor, who likely wore it with heaps of Cartier diamonds to a casual dinner for 40. I’d throw on Rebeca de Ravenel’s bonbons and a pair of chartreuse satin mules and head out for wine and frites.
My son was born in the Spring. It was warm outside the evening I went into labour, and by the time he was born 12-hours later, the city was covered in a light dusting of snow. Antimo is the baby boy I had long dreamed of, and when he appeared in my arms on April 17 2011 it was as if we’d known each other all our lives. I felt such peace. Our love, thus far, has none of the unpredictability and extremes of April. It is tender, quiet and uncomplicated. But life is long, and this may change. And like the daffodils that spring up despite the cold, we’ll be just fine.
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.
Marc Ange’s Le Refuge reminds me of a Rousseau painting. It’s part of the designer’s Invisible Collection, created in collaboration with the Green Gallery. Because I have a penchant for pink, I think I’d select this beautiful dusty rose for my leafy oasis. Now where to put it? Ah yes, beside the bougainvillea, oleander and orange trees.
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.