Aren’t these vases by Danish artist, Lone Hjørnet just lovely! Such whimsy, such sense of humour. I want to fill one with pink hydrangeas and put her on my mantle piece. Her beau can have a cheerful, green pot plant coming out of his noggin’!
Life
the huntress
September 11, 2019
I like this 1929 photograph by G. Riebecke –– she reminds me of a modern day Artemis. Around the same time, Swiss photographer, Herbert Matter shot his “archer” portrait. Another Artemis. I’d love to own both photographs, and hang them side by side.
breaking bread
September 9, 2019
What a beautiful image this is of Iranian women sharing a lunch after planting rice. I’m inspired to bring friends together for cucumbers, feta, Sangak and Tadig. Once in a while, my friend Sara Kutchesfahani’s mum would invite me over for dinner. She was such a wonderful cook. My mum’s best friend Delara is also Iranian. Her tahdig is the best I have ever tried. It’s so laborious to prepare, but I’d love to try to make it.
pied-à-terre
September 6, 2019
What a playful apartment this is. From the dining room table and chairs, to the terrazzo island, to the mishmash of whimsical lights, this place is brimming with originality. The master (photographed) is brilliant, with its pops of bright colour, headboard/desk combo and cool brass sconces. I love the fireplace in the living room and the warm, honey-hued wood throughout. Style in droves.
laguna verde
September 5, 2019
I came across this photo of Laguna Verde, at the south most tip of Bolivia today. “It is one of several striking coloured lakes, including the Laguna Colorada, where the fiery red waters and arctic-white shores (a result of salt and borax deposits) contrast with the colour of the lake’s three species of breeding flamingos,” says the Telegraph’s travel writer, Tim Jepson. Butch Cassidy, and the Sundance Kid are buried in the cemetery of a local village, San Vicente and the lake is backed by the dormant 19,555ft Licancábur volcano. Let’s go.
june to september
September 5, 2019
I love June. I got married in June, and gave birth to my first child in June. I love the spontaneity that opens up when school ends, and we lay in the grass, eat dinner under stars and run out for impromptu ice creams sandwiches at 9 p.m. I love that I can count on sunshine, and that my summer wardrobe, the only wardrobe I care about, is in full swing. After months of schlepping three children from swimming to gym to dance to playdates, I love that we have no afternoon commitments. And that really, we could climb the CN tower, or drive to Lake Erie if we wanted to. Just the possibility is a high. I also love September, because after months of spontaneity and lazy routines, and let’s be frank, a lot of whining and bickering and boredom, we all need structure. We’re craving it, as much as we craved spontaneity in June. We clipped thirty toe nails today, and washed our children’s hair, and sent them to bed while the sky was still light in preparation for the new school year. Two and half months is a long time to be away from it all. Maths. Recess. After school basketball. They’re ready. As are we.
flower power
September 4, 2019
Anyone who knows me knows how bonkers I am about fresh blooms. Our rental apartment is minutes away from the flower markets at Avenue and Davenport which means I make too many jaunts there. I love arranging flowers, and I love coming home to them. My dream is to one day have a garden so abundant with flowers that there are plenty to spare for the indoors. Fresh cut roses or dhalias from one’s own garden feels so decadent. This combination of fruits, blossoms, lilies and poppies is really lovely.
pooltime
September 3, 2019
I try not to look to closely at the drains, or at people’s feet, or the floating plasters and leaky nostrils while I swim. One can’t think too much about the idea of a dozen almost naked bodies sharing a large, be it chlorinated, bath tub. I love my swims. I love the feeling of having swum. I like to hum underwater. And problem solve. And design pots. And have imaginary talks with people. Just don’t show me a clump of hair.
Medovik
September 2, 2019
Just look at this 16 layered Russian honey cake! I love anything with honey on it, and this one is bourbon infused for punch. Cakes like these takes hours to make, and while I know I never will, I can imagine some of my remarkable baker friends whipping this up for afternoon tea. The cake keeps for up to three months if frozen, so that’s a lot of afternoon teas.
stair master
August 30, 2019
Ooh la la, can we say dream staircase. So simple, and bold. It’s very Cycladic in feel. I like the juxtaposition of minimal, Greek island design with traditional botanical drawings, gilded frames and a sisal rug. Up close, you can see all the markings in the plaster, which just adds more character and life to the overall design.
