Cold War Couch

September 3, 2012 § 4 Comments

Hey you, I’ve been thinking about you all day.

My grandmother had a velvet sectional. I remain partial to them.

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.

It’s  like I want everything to look like the year I was born or something. So I guess I’m totes self-obsessed. But UUUHHHH!!! I love iiiitttt.

pia-ulin

Is it sad? Is it brown? I’ll take it! Now we go from East Berlinese restraint to one of my bestest sectionals ever.

This fits, right? Um, cumberbatch. Maybe not. But what does Miss Arrow say a lot? Don’t care! Yay! Bring on another goddamn sofa!

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.

Besos,

=—>

Pinker Ton

February 13, 2012 § 2 Comments

Pink as the sheets that we lay on, Pink, it’s my favorite crayon.

-Aerosmith

release the stars – jacob de graaf

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. 

I’ve been enjoying pinky bits in rugs too. 

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.

www.hotelbasico.com

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.

No, that’s not red, it’s pink. promise.

But really, when you get down to it, this is all that matters.

Besos a El Culto De Jem,

=—>

Sweden Is So Cold Right Now

January 8, 2012 § Leave a comment

Sorry Norway. Sweden is winning.

Sweden. Land of Bergmans, both Ingrid and Ingmar. Vikings. Land of  Tall blonde athletic good-looking people. Birthpace of H&M… S&MThe Girl With The Dragon Tattoo. Land of SocialismKopimismMuppet ChefsIce HotelsVolvoIkea

 

This image is from the book True Norwegian Black Metal, (thank you, Ayni Raimondi) but this guy happens to be from Sweden. So back that train up.

Know what that is? That’s a mother flippin’ hotel room. You can buy a plane ticket to Sweden, drive into the woods, pay 4000 kroner,  climb up that ladder and perch yourself up in here;

Perhaps you prefer red?

Know how I know you’re in Sweden? You have a giant reindeer pelt on your wall, and nothing else.

There are six of these one of a kind, I guess you could call them guest cottages at Treehotel, including  the very bucket list-y Tree Sauna. They have names like “UFO” and “The Mirrorcube“. Here’s a quote from the owners;

 “Treehotel was inspired by the film ”The Tree Lover” by Jonas Selberg Augustsen. It’s a tale of three men from the city who want to go back to their roots by building a tree house together. “The Tree Lover” is a philosophic story about the significance of trees for us human beings.”

Right there with ya Sweden. And breakfast is included.

I’ve decided that the style I’m doing my house in is going to be Modern Swedish Cabin. Because they look like this;

And this;

And sometimes even this;

My house isn’t a box, but I think this will still be a good place to jump off from. I should take this moment to address the fact that there have been hardly any house posts on this supposedly renovation inspired blog. That will change soon. I went a Menards run yesteday that totally ruled. For inspiration I have been especially enjoying kitka.ca, emmas designblogg and My Scandinavian Retreat. Total escapist Swedish design porn. You’re welcome.

Here are some sexy old Volvos grazing in an obviously Swedish field. Swedes care about your safety. However, should you find yourself in an accident, help yourself to the Swedish healthcare system, which sounds dreamy if you dig that sort of thing.

If you’re gonna sell MaryKay, sell it Sweden style.

Sweden is totally good at music.

The Knife

Here’s a little playlist. I stopped being able to remember things and focused more on trying to forget after 2010, so it’s kinda “oldie but goodie” ish

Heartbeats – The Knife

Always – Junip

Amsterdam – Peter, Bjorn and John

Panda  – Dungen

Tiger Mountain Peasant Song – First Aid Kit (Fleet Foxes cover)

Honorable Mention; ABBA, Roxette, Ace of Bass

Swedish designers are something you’d like if you’re into awesome shit. Let’s go with Pia Wallen to represent them in their entirety because I want these slippers;

Spiffy coasters

Tøte Båg

I have a crush on this blanket. So does everyone else. Heartbreaker. 

And finally;

Game Sweden.

Hejdå,

=—>

Pendleton me.

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.

One last thing;
Oh baby.

xo,

=—>

White Riot.

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;

from myscandanavianretreat.com

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;

from The Brick House

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.

remodelista

Mmmmmm…..like a glass of warm milk…….

Of course, I’ll probably want this in 6 months;

from Design Crisis

Ta for now,

xo,

=—>

Retail Lust and Denial; Opening Ceremony

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.

They even have cooler Pendleton Blankets with cooler prints for way more money than I will spend on a blanket. All these items together could dress one badass crazy beach bum.

Standing Rock Blanket

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. =—>

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