Posts from February 2019

pink house

February 15, 2019

Just look at this darling pink house in Sweden! Its owner, Lisa Bengtsson designs wallpaper for a living, and many of the designs around the house are her own. I love the jewel toned knobs in the hallway, and that fireplace is a bit of a dream. The mix of heirlooms, with modern pieces and practical IKEA works so well. It’s all so warm and whimsical.

san valentino

February 14, 2019

I met my husband on Valentine’s Day, in the canteen of the Florentine language school we were both enrolled at. I was wearing a white French Connection t-shirt, black crêpe tuxedo trousers and black biker boots. The magnetic pull was so strong, that I crossed the room to talk to him. I don’t remember much of what what we said, but I do know that I called my Mum later and left a rambling message about the beautiful man I’d just met. I’d told her that he had silver hair, which sent her into a flat spin because she thought he was 55. That part always makes me laugh. He was 21. I was 19. He danced the Macarena that evening, in front of everyone in the canteen. This was an anomaly, I later realized. As was the whole day.

cut above

February 12, 2019

I haven’t had a haircut in over a year, as made obvious every time I catch a glimpse of myself hair down in the mirror. It’s long and straggly, and the tips are drier than toast. Up, it just looks like a nest of feathers and twigs. I’m considering another lob, something that forces me to wear it down for a few months, and maybe a highlight or two. The dream haircut is Mia Farrow’s in the Sinatra years, but I’m not brave enough for anything that drastic. But I must do something, before a bird comes to hibernate.

never a bridesmaid

February 11, 2019

To my great disappointment, I’ve never been a bridesmaid. I kind of love the idea of the ile flottant dress, and all the frothy trimmings that go with it. I love the idea of a gaggle of girls, in matching up-dos, crammed into the backseat of car. All my close friends either opted for no bridesmaids, or tiny ones in fairy wings. I get it. Eight shrimp coloured frocks is not for everyone. I didn’t go to a prom –– it’s not a thing in England –– and I was never part of a fancy bridal party, so clearly, I’m aching to wear the Molly Ringwald gown. My neighbour has one in Disney cake pink, so maybe I’ll just borrow that, and prance around the house in it.

house party

February 8, 2019

Charleston, in East Sussex was the bucolic getaway of the Bloomsbury Group. The farmhouse was owned by Vanessa Bell and Duncan Grant and was a hotbed of creativity activity. House & Garden writes that, “almost as soon as Vanessa and Duncan moved into Charleston, they began to paint, not just on canvas, but over every available surface – walls, of course, but also tables, chairs, bedheads and bookcases; all glowed with swirls and spirals of colour and pattern, full of life and vitality, that was as far from the conservative, conventional interior decoration of the time as it was possible to be.” It’s now a museum, and one I’d love to visit. Just look those two flamboyant caryatids painted by Duncan Grant on the mantle piece in the studio. And what about the colouful tub in that green bathroom, or the kitchen cupboards painted by Vanessa Bell. Who needs a canvas when you’ve got walls! And if they talked; gosh, the stories they’d tell.


February 7, 2019

I love the mix of antique furnishings, rich textiles, flea market paintings, bric-a-brac and objets d’art in John Derian’s East Village home. Derian’s esthetic is singular; his NYC shops are brimming with all things curious, magical and eccentric. If I could have anything from this home, it would be everything, plus the kitchen sink. Here’s to theatrically high floral arrangements, old lady plates and eight fabrics in one room!

after matisse

February 7, 2019

Matisse is by far my favourite artist, so to come across a young Mexico City based painter who’s portraits are infused with Henri’s jubilant colour and distorted perspectives, made me happy. I love these bathing beauties, and the faces on these demoiselles epitomize jolie laide. Have a look at Ana Leovy’s prints, they’re exuberant.

chaise chic

February 5, 2019

Here’s to beautiful chaise longues, preferably velvet ones. I’ve always loved the idea of owning one, and then wearing outfits befitting a chaise. A caftan and a tiara, perhaps. Gorgeous cotton pajamas. A house coat. This one fits the bill. I think I’d look good against sage green.

animal instinct

February 5, 2019

How can anyone not love these quirky, porcelain rings from Nach Bijoux? The peacock, the parrot and the rhino are my favourites, but I’d be happy with any animal on the arc. I kind of want to wear one on each finger. Have a look at the pins, too. That little frog is calling my name. Ribit.

la la land

February 1, 2019

This is my summer wardrobe –– a Mexican moomoo, straw hat and sunnies –– and I’m missing it. So, to feel a little brighter I’m scrolling through Ulla Johnson’s SS 19, and imagining myself on a beach in this white ruffled frock. Wait a minute, I can do better than that. How about standing on the bow of a 100 foot sailboat of the coast of Costa Rica wearing this metallic jacquard silk number? With no sun spots and thick, flowy hair. Yeah, that’ll do.

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