September 3, 2012 § 4 Comments
Hey you, I’ve been thinking about you all day.
I’ve been digging this somewhat shabby 70’s conservative thing lately. Almost as if it’s the 70’s, but some of your furniture is left over from the 20’s or 30’s or something, making a Cold War Chic moment happen. If you want to see what I mean, the movie Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy is a pretty darn good example. Check out, um, Benedict Cumberbatch. (Maria!! It’s Sherlock Holmes!! I found a way to get him on my blog!!)
Whomsoevereth was the production designer on this thing is a badassical genius. That Swedish dude (natch) who directed Let The Right One In, is also the director here, so, yeah. An old telephone in every shot! Drab golds and khaki and olive and denim everywhere! I feel cold and sweaty just looking at you Gary Oldman!
Or that movie by um, Florian Henckel Von Dennersmark, The Lives Of Others, which I quite enjoyed. A lot of sexy corduroy in that one.
Is it sad? Is it brown? I’ll take it! Now we go from East Berlinese restraint to one of my bestest sectionals ever.
Yeah, there’s one right there. In the corner. Ok maybe I just like this loft. Hey, Owner Of This Gorgeous Loft; Please be happy in the knowledge that when the bomb hits, you’ll be safe in your repurposed concrete missile silo (never mind the windows, nit-pickers). Well done. At least that’s what I think every time I see concrete interiors. Which is a lot, lately. Nice set-up for listening to your Serge Gainsbourg vinyl collection here, too. Snark, snark snark, snarkitty snark snark.
So what I’m getting at, is if you need me, I’ll be here, where the nuclear fallout won’t affect my dog, Mr. BalanChien McGiggles, or my hair, which I have yet to name.
It feels so undisclosed in here. Love it.
February 13, 2012 § 2 Comments
Pink as the sheets that we lay on, Pink, it’s my favorite crayon.
I often notice during my interneting that Real Blogs do these things called “Round Ups” where they show a bunch of pictures of stuff with a theme. I can totally do that. Behold! The Pink Post.
Pink is a fickle beast. I had a bathroom in Brooklyn covered in pink tile with black accent pieces. Blech. Call it “Brigitte Bardot’s Lolita Pedophile Powder Room.” At first I hated it, but, refusing to be beaten, I joined that pink tile, and by painting the remaining wall area AND the ceiling pink among other things, I made that parlor floor bathroom my interior design bitch.
All of that extremely important information being said, I’ve been noticing that I actually like pink, dammit. I am especially digging it when it’s bordering on florescence and occasionally veering towards salmon. Bitty accents in a white room certainly tickle my fancy.
Okay maybe that last one isn’t quite pink, but it seems to be in the same zone somehow. Check out my lovely friends Maureen and Trish’s rugs available through their most triumphant company Domestic Construction. I have been wanting to work these babies into a post since I first clapped eyes on them months ago, they are just so darn cool – “each mat is digitally dyed with an original hand cut paper design from the girls” – Word.
I have a treasured DIY light fixture that these lovely ladies gave to me when I was having a particularly stressful day. Pro Tip; act sad or bummed around artist friends so they will give you awesome stuff to cheer you up. Speaking of lighting (Whoa! Way to Segue!) Check out this cutie pie seahorse at Hotel Basico in Playa Del Carmen, Mexico.
I’m putting these up just cuz I likey. It’s a “Round Up”, okay, it doesn’t have to make sense, just be pink, sort of.
Besos a El Culto De Jem,
December 29, 2011 § 3 Comments
Lodge Chic. Camp Style. Native Motif. Logger Wear.
There’s a pretty large obsession with all things vaguely Native American or Northwestern looking going around these days. I am not immune. I wear an obscene amount of plaid. It all culminates for me in Pendleton. Pendleton Woolen Mills produced its first wool blanket in 1909 at their mill in Pendleton, Oregon. Fair enough. In 1923 they produced the country’s first “men’s wool plaid shirt” – although I imagine that women were fully capable of wearing them. Over the years, Pendleton expanded its line of apparel and home goods to include iconic plaid wool skirts, the “ ’49er ” jacket and of course, the most awesome and beauteous National Park Blankets.
Here is the glorious Glacier National Park blanket in action:
You can get them with a carrier strap, for when you need to make sure it’s securely strapped to your saddle, or your Royal Enfield WWII re-issue motorcycle, etc. But if you aren’t paying attention, watch out, because this;
Can turn into this;
Apparently their Pendleton attacked them in their sleep and has formed a protective shell. I know it’s popular, but I really feel this whole idea is best left to those with the appropriate heritage. You know who you are. Otherwise, in my opinion, it just looks a teensy bit over the top. (Update – I found out who makes these coats and I have to say I really enjoy their collection on the whole. After all, people should just wear what they feel the best in. I saw a scarf tonight at a friend’s house that’s to die for. They have shops in these cities.) Pendleton has done some nice collaborations with Opening Ceremony and Urban Outfitters. I prefer it when used for home goods, like this total bodaciousness;
I’m sure I could use all of these somewhere. Sigh. These beauties are from the etsy shop indian vs indian which gives its location as being in, where else, Portland, OR. Do you know what it is to covet, Clarice? Because I covet all 250+ items listed there. A good Pendlton blanket for your bed or sofa is still my first love. Did I mention they’re reversible? Note the upper right-hand corner.If you are in the Portland area, you can be a lucky bastard and go to the Pendleton Factory Outlet in Washougal, WA. Behold;
Oh God it hurts. The sale signs mock me. It comes by the bolt. Ugh. I’m a covetous puddle.
December 18, 2011 § Leave a comment
Clean, Clear, and Under Control.
There are so many practical things to consider when renovating a house. But let’s not. Instead, let us indulge in some design porn as it’s sometimes referred to. My house is, as a realtor would describe it, cozy. So I’ve decided to go with a neutral palette in order to maximize the light and feeling of space. Basically, if you can’t find me, it’s because I plan to be here until further notice;
My old parlor floor apartment in Greenpoint, BK had a very old-master-y feel which was certainly accentuated by the color choices (Navy living room including the base boards and window sills? fo’ shizzle) I had an admittedly somewhat purposeful, um, “artful clutter” thing going on, which I am excited to discard like over-processed split ends. Bring on the white box and the afore loathed Mid-Century Modern. I know that this screams “I want rebirth! I want clarity! New chapter please!!” and you know what? I don’t care. I like it. I’m not abandoning my old tastes, it’s just that now I am open to a bunch of stuff I previously wasn’t, like the ubiquitous Eames shell chair, modern light fixtures, Scandinavian teak everything and modern gray flannel sofas;
I want them all, now.
Of course, I’m not going to completely give up on color. I’m looking forward to my pristine and clean white box so I can do stuff like this;
Heaven. There’s no art on the walls, and don’t you look clever and sophisticated with that Pendleton Blanket. And yes, I am obsessed with Pendleton Blankets. The All Pendleton Post will happen soon.
Mmmmmm…..like a glass of warm milk…….
Of course, I’ll probably want this in 6 months;
Ta for now,
December 17, 2011 § Leave a comment
Opening Ceremony is cooler than you.
Iowa is cold, and it’s almost Christmas. Or as I used to know it in NYC, Holiday. So naturally I’m wishing I was strolling through some Anasazi ruins in these perfecto print espadrilles from Soludos available for a reasonable amount of de neiro at Opening Ceremony. Look at the delicious print! Can’t get enough of the Navajo/Native American type stuff lately. Or is it Kilim? Don’t really care as long as i can put my foot in it. Heh.
As long as I am in cold climate denial, and on a completely season inappropriate Opening Ceremony shopping spree (yes, two items is a spree in my spendthrift reality) I might as well get this darling little one-piece;
I wonder if they would honor my request to make sure the particular suit sent to my door didn’t have the lovely crotch flower. Little much.
I have mixed feelings about Opening Ceremony. It’s the type of establishment people love to hate on, because it can come across as pretty darn snooty. It has a DIY cool kids clique-y lunch table vibe with a 5th avenue price point – all of which makes me feel embarrassed and somehow shamed. Perhaps this uncomfortable ego/id stew is a large part of why people have so much Hipster Loathing? However, if I’m being honest, I have to admit that if I found anything they sell at some place a little less in your face cool (Chloe Sevigny just designed a line for them for Jeebus sake) I would buy it and feel great. But hey! It’s pretty! And Good Lord why am I taking shopping so seriously!??!?! So The End. =—>