Ooh la la, polo players, crisp linens and an Hermes ashtray, to boot. What a handsome guest room this is. The racing green, the brass, and the rich mahogany wood, are all so preppy and chic. I wonder if we’re in the stately manor house of Lady Petunia Rosebottom!
I’m bonkers about berries. They’re the only fruit I eat. And I don’t feel like they even count as fruit, because they taste more like candy to me. I bought heaps of raspberries yesterday, and just the sight of them in my supermarket trolley made me happy. Look at this gigantic raspberry tart. The ultimate desert in my book.
Good golly, I love the canopy over this ice cream vendour at Bosco Cafe in Moscow. I picture a giant one, wide open over a delightful terrazza of Mediterranean pots, a whimsical wrought iron garden set and wildly overgrown vines.
These cards from London-based stationer, Scribble and Daub are so delightful. I’d like a dozen Sicilian lemons to send as thank-you notes throughout the summer. The ice cream sundae is another one I’d happily snap up half a dozen of. As for the oriental poppy, that one I may just pop in a frame and keep for myself.
“Homes that show the owner’s every love, affection and attention are always the best,” is what I read in an intro to the home of French ceramic artist, Marguerite Carbonell. Every nook and cranny –– the tiles in the bathroom, the bizarre sculptures in the garden –– is infused with her creativity. I agree. It has to be personal. It has to be playful. And it has to show a little of the owner’s eccentricity, foible, whimsy.
On a choc-a-bloc drive back from Prince Edward County this weekend, I came across this marvelously surreal ‘Alice in Wonderland’ Climbing Wall, designed by Nendo for the Omotesando shopping center in Japan. Gilded mirrors and picture frames, vases and birdcages assist climbers on their ascent. It’s such a playful, and humourous image.
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