around and around

May 13, 2022

Thierry Martenon’s beautifully carved sculptures.

Raspberry meringue pie with mile high meringue.

Bronwyn Oliver’s stunning metalwork.

A house in the hills made from earth excavated from the site.

Marble on marble.

Brenda Holzke’s clay vessels.

A yew in the spring by August Sander.

around and around

May 6, 2022

Lake water the colour of Pepto Bismol.

Textiles cast with concrete by Crystal Gregory.

Exquisite embroidery by Tzip Dagan.

This bookcase.

Henrique Oliveira’s arboreal installations.

Delphiniums in a house of blues.

new normal

May 4, 2022

Born in Morocco and raised in Belgium, Mous Lamrabat‘s photographs are an eye-popping fusion of his Arab heritage and the Western symbols he grew up with. Think models dressed in Gucci djellabas and superhero burkas. “As a child of first generation immigrants, there is always a point in your life where you feel like you don’t fit in anywhere; not in the country you were born in nor in the country you were raised in,” says Lamrabat. “I felt like I was too Moroccan to fit in as a Belgian and too European to fit in as a Moroccan, and this is something that almost every immigrant has to deal with.” Through his photographs, Lamrabat is honing a visual language that captures both the universality and uniqueness of this experience, while dismantling stereotypes and cultural norms and paving the way for something new and more flexible. “As a kid, I loved wearing djellabas and rocking them with my Jordan sneakers. It felt “cool” at that time because that’s who I was: a mixture of identities. Doesn’t it make sense that your “idea-basket” gets larger when you live in different cultures or you live in multiple places in the world?” The eyes, and often the whole face, are covered in Lamrabat’s images, which interestingly, makes his subjects even more accessible. It’s the experience that we’re connecting with rather than the individual. “I love creating from a perspective that it’s not about one person,” he says. “The face takes so much information away and doesn’t leave that much to the imagination…. I feel when the face doesn’t show, the person who is looking at the image puts their own face in there.”

I must have flowers, always, and always

April 21, 2022

I remember standing at The Orangerie in Paris as a teenager enveloped in Monet’s waterlilies. “These landscapes of water and reflection have become an obsession for me,” he wrote to a friend in 1909. “It is beyond my strength as an old man, and yet I want to render what I feel.” The waterlilies dominated the last 30-years of the artist’s life, each painting capturing the passing of time from sunrise to sunset. The Orangerie (built originally to store the citrus trees of the Tuileries Garden from the cold in the winter) is the perfect place to house them. I often wonder what it would feel like to re-live its curved walls bathed in lilies through an adult’s eyes, like re-reading Lord of the Flies or Animal Farm three decades later. The subject remains the same, but the way we see and feel it changes.

endless summer

February 10, 2022

I’m a sucker for anything that conjures summer, which is why Stevie Michael’s ocean inspired ceramics are high on my wish list. Her vases are adorned with swirls and waves, while sea creatures crawl across her simple white plates. The multicoloured ‘millefiori’ details on her glassware remind me of schools of fish swimming through the sea. The whole collection has me dreaming of al fresco suppers on the water. Pass me the Campari, won’t you.

pearly whites, pinks & golds

February 1, 2022

As a little girl, I had a pair of screw back pearl earrings that I wore all the time. I vividly remember loosening and tightening the screw in the back, and how sometimes, they’d squeeze my ears too tightly. Even though I never wear them, I love pearls, particularly baroque ones that aren’t perfectly round. My grandmother wore pearls often, reams of them, beneath a crisp white collar. Pearls can be classic, and avant garde. I do love how this Melanie Georgacopoulos’ baroque ring looks like iridescent liquid. These tiny pearls, in all their weird and wonderful shapes and sizes, are a tiny glimpse into the sheer variety out there. And that they all come from the bowels of mollusks.

home and away

September 6, 2021

One of the things I love about travelling is coming home. There’s a growth that takes place when we’re away from home, a shift in perspective, that for a brief and beautiful moment both softens and sharpens the lens through which we see our everyday. When we return, we’re grateful for the comfort of our own bath towels. The handle on our favourite coffee mug feels sturdy and familiar. The street outside our window suddenly seems greener than it did when we last looked. We’re brimming with ideas, and the promise of new rhythms and routines. It’s fleeting this feeling, and we all know it. And so we cherish it.


August 12, 2021

Little towns like the one pictured below are what summer dreams are made of. At least, my summer dreams. Mismatched sheets hanging from wrought iron balconies, fishing boats cluttering the port. I imagine walking barefoot from the beach to our pensione, washing sand out of my hair and then sitting on a balcony drinking cold white wine and watching old men playing Briscola in the square below.

around and around

July 13, 2021

The facade of the spa at Quinta Da Comporta.

Beautifully-crafted, original woodcut prints from Tugboat Printshop.

Tawny Chatmon’s multi-layered portraits.

Arabella Lennox-Boyd’s heavenly Oliveto garden.

The colour rich world of Ghanaian-born artist, Kojo Marfo.

Robert Montgomery’s stunning billboard poems, paintings, light pieces, fire poems and woodcuts.

around and around

June 15, 2021

Moroccan Bejmat tiles.

Johannes Nagel’s fearless ceramics.

Potato, courgette and feta pizza on a cauliflower base.

The secret paintings of Hilma af Klint.

A striking concrete home in Queensland.

 The beautifully restored Le Prince Haveli.

White shirts by the sea near Lake Vouliagmeni.

Sculpture by Mathieu Nab.

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