I was reading about Kettle’s Yard this morning –– the museum in Cambridge that was once home to art collector, Jim Ede. He converted the space with his wife Helen in the 50s in order to house their ever-growing collection of Brancusis, Picassos and Mondrians. In 1966, Ede gave the house and collection to the University, but insisted that everything remain as he left it. I imagine it’s terribly cool to see a Hepworth or a Miró among books and houseplants. I love these Valenti paintings hanging above this Lucy Rie bowl. The room –– and house in general –– is spartan, but lived-in, and totally un-curated. In fact, it looks nothing like a museum, which was exactly Ede’s point.

Baby’s breath is a flower with a bad rap, mostly because it keeps such close company with red roses. On its own though, as a delicate bridal bouquet or planted in terracotta pots, it can be quite lovely. At a wedding we went to on Porto Heli a couple of weeks ago, the couple stood under a custom boxwood altar covered in tiny buds of baby’s breath. It was really quite stunning. It helped that the bride –– 6-feet tall in Elie Saab –– was such a beauty.