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Thursday, January 26, 2012

A MODERN FAIRYTALE ENDING...

Some of you might remember my story about my granny's Wedgwood teapot and some may not have retained that crucial info. Go on, go back and read it, it's really long. But basically, it was a charming tale of old world courtesy and civility involving my granny breaking her Wedgwood teapot, the design of which had been discontinued, thus rendering her extensive tea service incomplete. After a number of polite exchanges, she was miraculously sent another teapot free of charge, due to the thoughtfulness of a Wedgwood employee. The story ended with me lamenting the modern world and noting that Wedgwood had recently gone into liquidation, had been bought out by a foreign equity group and all production was moved to China. I doubted that the lid, which had been broken recently (ahem, not by me) could ever be replaced, or that I would even get a response to a polite email to Wedgwood these days.

BUT THEN.

The other day I got a comment on my Teapot Story post, which I'd written almost exactly a year ago to the day. A very kind person (please tell me who you are so I can thank you properly) tipped me off that there was a teapot lid for sale on ebay. I bid. I won. I'm guessing there aren't that many people searching for a 1950s/'60s Wedgwood Summer Sky teapot lid, sans teapot out there?

The lid arrived today - as I ripped open the package like a greedy child I felt sure it would be the wrong lid, it wouldn't fit, or would be the wrong colour.

But it wasn't! My teapot is now justly re-crowned. I feel sure that had my granny known the Internet existed before she died, she would thank it now and marvel at the magic of it.


I raise my teacup to you Internet - you're too good to me - and what a perfect 21st century ending to the 'ol teapot story.

Monday, December 19, 2011

THE LIGHT...




I finally understand why someone would want to live in a loft.

{Johanna Burke's home © Grace Villamil / Freunde von Freunden}

Monday, May 16, 2011

THE WAY I LIKE IT...

Online magazines are starting to really come into their own and Collected magazine has got it just right. Launching with an issue devoted to 'Secret LA',  the founders' hometown, and with both very decent photography and writing, as well as none of those seemingly minor glitches that always annoy me like embedded links that are too easy to mistakenly click on and zoom that jolts all over the place. All of that is ironed out, which makes enjoying the features so much more pleasant. We've already caught a glimpse of Claire Cottrell's LA home on Jeana Sohn's Closet Visit, seen her work in the first Closet Visit film and now I've revisited the feature on her house in Collected about sixteen times in the past day.





My only question is, when can I come and stay? The feature also led me to Claire Cottrell's not-marketing company Academy of Archivists, which is a great idea and also my idea of the perfect website: clear and clean, but emanating personality and inspiration. It has a section called Confidence Albums: featuring people like Ana Kras and Martin Parr - and Field Trips: photographic records of London, Cap-Martin and Big Sur among other places. The whole site is well worth a good delve around in.

{Photographs by Cara Robbins for Collected magazine}

Tuesday, March 08, 2011

MARCHING ON...


Spring is coming and nothing can stop it. Time for some spring cleaning and home re-jujjing (I'm sure that's a word). From these pictures one can conclude that I need more rugs, I would like a kitchen big enough for a table, I want to lie down, and Chloe Sevigny's flat in the East Village is forever an inspiration.

{1. Lauren Soloff's granola visit from LA in Bloom, 2. My photo, March 2008, 3. Malin Elmlid's table on Freunde von Freunden, 4. Montmarte's thrift store find rug, 5. La Sevigny's place shot by Lele Saveri for Apartamento magazine, 6. My photo, March 2007, 7. Bolig magazine.}

p.s. Everyone is talking about International Women's Day, thanks to it falling on the same day as pancake day! So I don't have to keep going on about it this year, phew...

Sunday, December 12, 2010

HEARTS...


The hearts are up. Now it's officially Christmas. I haven't bought a single card or present yet. I only need to get around ten presents oh so, so, many thanks to sensible family present buying amnesty negotiations.

I plan to spend most of today collecting pine cones and branches and I need to buy some metallic paint. My sewing fingers are twitching at the ready for some craftastic Christmas decorating. Be warned, step by step pictures will be forthcoming - you know how I go all Martha.

{my photo - papercut hearts bought from Shelf in Cheshire Street a few years ago}

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

OH WO WE...

This morning I got a particularly delightful email from Olivier Abry of WO & WE. I rarely post about things I've been asked to feature here - for a few reasons: I don't want to post the same content as everyone else; it has to genuinely be something I would feature had I discovered it myself and most of the many, many, of the many, many emails I get every day are addressed to Lola. She can't read them! Or to someone called Dear blogger. So, I am protecting you every day, I hope you appreciate this.

Anyway Olivier's email approach telling me about the handmade light fixtures he makes from vintage industrial components was like a breath of fresh air - and then I clicked on the link to his site.



Beautifully photographed, clean website - this is so up my street. I'm afraid I am going to have to buy a pair of these lamps.

Saturday, July 24, 2010

LOST SATURDAY...

Appalling hangover, first homegrown courgette, watching of To Catch a Thief DVD foiled by mistakenly setting language to "Benelux countries" and being too befuddled to reset it, favourite PJs ripped in sleep, spaghetti with lambs lettuce, olive oil, sea salt, pepper and parmesan, naps, tax bill paid, fast falling delphinium petals...

Thursday, July 15, 2010

60 HOUR MAKEOVER...

I used to think my aunt and uncle's house was weird. It was built in the sixties and was completely different to any other houses I knew in my childhood. The ground floor living area was open plan with a wooden floor and a huge white modular shelving unit on wheels dissecting the middle of it. (Obviously "modular shelving unit" wasn't in my vocabulary back then.) All the furniture was straight and angular. The windows were huge and looked out onto a pretty little wood. I remember thinking that their kitchen looked like a spaceship. They had a huge terrarium and their bath was bright yellow. Now that I'm a grown up, I can see that their house wasn't weird; it was completely fucking amazing and they were way cooler than I ever gave them credit for when I was nine.*

When the house was sold, I came into possession of their Danish midcentury dining table, which I swiftly proceeded to destroy by spilling various beverages all over it. The varnish had also gone orange (cannot.stand.orange.toned.wood.) over time. I felt a bit bad about ruining the table, so I covered it with a tablecloth and forgot about it - once every few years getting quotes for refinishing it, which were more expensive than the cost of a new table. I put the tablecloth back on and my aunt and uncle continued to convey slight disapproval from the afterlife.

{The offending article}
Until yesterday the day before yesterday last Monday last week when I got a very strong friend to help me drag it outside. (In the pictures the leaves which make it roughly double the size are tucked in.) After many, many hours days of stripping off all the old varnish, then sanding the stains out, covering it with bin liners weighted with laundry pegs every time it rained, then oiling, then oiling again, then oiling again (had lost the will to live, never mind the instructions) and buffing, I completed my first only ever table restoration project. Then I had to get it back inside. Then sand it where a few drops of rain fell on it, then oil it again. Twice. And then it looked too perfect so I sanded it a bit here and there to fuck it up a bit.

{Ta da}
I kind of sort of know in my heart that I liked how it looked much better before I oiled it, when it was all stripped and raw, but I'm sticking my fingers in my ears and going LALALA so I can't hear those thoughts because I'm never doing that again.
{*In the interests of honesty when I was 9 I thought they were cool already because their cats were called Tabitha and Jessica and I had only met cats called things like Lucky and Sooty before. Tabitha was a boy.}

**Overuse of strikethroughs = what happens when you write a post in draft about something you haven't finished doing yet.

Friday, May 07, 2010

I'M BIG IN JAPAN...

The best thing about my flat being in the new book from Japanese publishers Editions de Paris: A Girly Interior in London, was that I got to meet the lovely Emma Cassi and her husband Bertrand, who worked on the book together. And I didn't even have to leave home! I've been a fan of Emma's work for ages so I was more than happy for them to come round one dark winter's day and take pictures. The book features 12 girly homes and there are a few other likely blogging suspects you'll recognise in there.

Below are a couple of the pages on my flat. You may notice the absence of any felines. Lola spent the entire time hiding under chairs glaring and skulking around the backs of sofas. Only when everything was packed away did she decide to sit on the table, giving her best Lara Stone pose. Timing is everything Lola.

{Apologies, my scanner is useless. Kind of it to have Lomo-fied my scans of the book though...}

Sunday, April 05, 2009

FULLY DOMESTICATED...



Lola is still confused about why I have taken away her favourite place to sunbathe: the goatskin rug (location of many a Lola photoshoot) - I have tried to explain where it's gone but the words "infestation" and "landfill" aren't in her vocabulary. Still, she's been trying out a few new spots.

selby_kitchen

For someone who categorically hates fitted kitchens, I am feeling quite potent lust for this one, seen on The Selby. I just want to rip my kitchen out and make it like that. Somehow, I've got back into cooking again and I am now fully hooked on the Tamra Davis Cooking Show. I may not have little kids in tow (or be married to Mike D) but these coconut macaroons took me 12 MINUTES to prepare and cook (then about two seconds to eat six) Oh, I left them undecorated as I'm supposed to be a grown up. It's mostly easy and fast stuff, using healthy ingredients, which I'm into. My only complaint is she uses a lot of Seitan, which as far as I'm concerned is Satan.


I made a pompom! See, I am Martha. The instructions are here. The only thing was, it was so perfect it didn't look right. Then I suddenly thought of that bit in the Marc Jacobs/LV documentary where their flower corsages arrive and they have to fuck them up to make them perfect. So I set to it, crumpled it up and attacked it with pinking shears. Now it looks much better.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

CHILD LABOUR...


With reserves already weakened from traipsing round the Swedish Hell, I had almost decided to buy the rip off Florence Knoll sofa and the rip off Eero Saarinen table. I had tried to guilt my friend's parents into selling me their original tulip table many times and failed. I had been sniffed at by furniture dealers and had been confused by reproduction tables. Enough. So what if my flat ends up looking like page 68 of the Ikea catalogue. But I wasn't quite convinced.

We arrive at the table on display. Pretty good. Smaller than the real tulip table, a little wobbly perhaps and with a not-quite-right base that reminds of outdoor table parasol stands. But a tenth of the price of a real one. Still unconvinced, I lean closer to be confronted by this:


*In case you can't read it, it says: I am a happy table...I like to be took home...help me...Ikea.

Monday, February 16, 2009

FALLING LIKE...


Belatedly adding my little voice to say I will be sad to see Domino, the one and only magazine this former magazine addict subscribed to, go. I also think Conde Nast are total idiots not to keep the Domino website up and running as a subscription site.

Before the MA (moth apocalypse) when I had time for such things, I was trawling through the website trying to save images before they take it down. But there was too much good stuff. I always really liked the little how-to videos - especially the gardening ones, which soothed me through many an insomnia fuelled night. I'm glad to see that lots of people have been posting their favourites - (here is a good place to start) so maybe eventually some of the goodness will be preserved. I found it too overwhelming to go through everything though and then MA happened. So here's my favourite of all - Amedeo Pace and Kazu Makino from Blonde Redhead's apartment shot by Coliena Rentmeester.










Tuesday, February 03, 2009

NICE SOF(I)A*...

As we know, Sofia Coppola has flawless, impeccable taste in - well, everything. This apparently includes...sofas, as she has not one, but two of my dream sofas. First there was the blue George Smith number in her New York place (below).


But in the Ultimate Paris Apartment of Wildest Dreams I kept getting tantalising glimpses of this white linen covered arrangement. First I got a peek at it in the Marc Jacobs LV documentary; then, this photo in Vanity Fair surfaced (below).


Then, there it is again with Maryna Linchuk reclining on it in the Dior ad (I'm starting to feel grubby - my furniture stalking secret is out) ...


...and we know it has a corner, as evidenced by this picture in Paris Vogue:


But now, thanks to the current steady flow of press generated by the (totally gorgeous, totally out of my price stratosphere) bags and shoes Sofia designed for Louis Vuitton and the Miss Dior Cherie ad she directed, we see more than a glimpse in Vogue Nippon.


Not that I could ever afford it - and even if I could it's bigger than my actual apartment. I guess I'll stick with the original budget plan of getting a Bemz cover for my cat scratched Ikea sofa.

*The title - I couldn't resist!

{Credits: House & Garden - ph: Paul Jasmin, Vanity Fair - ph: Melodie McDaniel, still from Dior Miss Cherie ad, Paris Vogue and Vogue Nippon - ph: Andrew Durham - scanned by me.}

Monday, September 22, 2008

PREOCCUPIED WITH POTENTIAL...



What do you see when you look at this picture? Do you see a semi derelict, broken into garage full of junk and cobwebs, almost completely obscured by brambles? Do you see somewhere fly-tippers have dumped bags of rubble and some broken wardrobes? Somewhere a man with mental health issues has been sheltering and you have to watch your step in case you tread on a needle? (Well, you can't see those parts.)

I see what is eventually going to be my studio. After longer, more complex and more frustrating negotiations than the purchase of my flat, I finally own the garage at the bottom of my garden (It's where the coach houses used to be and faces into a track).

There are a lot of artists in this area and most of the garages have been turned into studios. The open studios weekend each summer is the perfect opportunity to snoop at the amazing spaces people have created - oh and look at their art, I suppose. I was talking to one established local artist, who has an architect designed, slate clad beauty of a space, and was telling her my hopes to buy and convert mine into a studio as well.

She looked at me with slight amusement and said; "And what are you going to do in your studio?"

"Um, I'm going to create, er, stuff and you know, just like, it'll be good to have a place to make a mess and not have to clear it up and um, I can sew but I don't do it much anymore," was my not very polished answer.




I suppose what I should have said was: I'm going to paint it all white and stick things up on the wall and re-finish all the pieces of furniture I never touch because it's too cold/rainy to do it outside. And I'm going to set up my sewing machine and not have to put it away each time I use it; and I'll store all my magazines and fabric and put all my paints and craft supplies in cute jars on shelves where I can see them instead of in a suitcase.

As fate would have it, I received my copy of Lena Corwin's book: Printing By Hand the very same day the sale was completed. It's full of gorgeous projects; so maybe that's what I'm going to get up to in my studio.

About an hour ago, two eastern european guys finished removing a truckload of crap from the garage and the stuff that had been dumped outside (probably by some other eastern european guys who were paid to remove it from somewhere else - eek). So I now have a very heavily cobwebbed, extremely dark empty space, ready for the real work of converting it into something light and inspiring like the space above.

So that's what I've been doing lately instead of paying attention to fashion shows.

{Other images from Blueprint (R.I.P.) Fall 2006 - photo cos my supposedly compatible Mac and my scanner still won't even talk to each other, hence less pics lately - sigh}

Friday, June 27, 2008

YESTERDAY I...

Picked the first handful of ripe blueberries for breakfast

Filed every single bit of paperwork

Was given a lovely dead mouse as a gift (better dead than alive)

Ordered a water meter

Re-styled my homemade chandelier:

Before
After
This is invariably known as my crappy attempt or something; but I just bought the frame (really cheap) at Homebase and sprayed it white. For the past few years whenever I travel somewhere there might be chandeliers aplenty, I trawl antique shops and markets for the broken off bits, which you usually have to ask for.

I've got bits, let's say drops, it sounds nicer, drops mostly from Florence, Venice, Madrid, Paris and I can't remember where else now. I think there are a couple from Portobello but they were five pounds each or something ridiculous. If you buy them in Italy, you can reasonably pick up a whole haul. The ultimate frugal chic.

There's a really good source in Florence where I got masses last time, that were still lying around wrapped in pages of the Corriere della Serra newspaper waiting to be used. So yesterday I had a blissful time with my wire and pliers putting together the summer 08 version - I went with smoky purple, grey and amber, with a little blue. I'm loving that crystal "disco ball" which I bought for a friend but which was cruelly mocked, then rejected.
WHO'S MOCKING NOW, HEY?

Now for the next couple of weeks when I'm lying in bed I'll suddenly spring up and change a bit round so it's all perfectly randomly balanced. In fact, I've already changed it since I took this photo yesterday. I know chandeliers are a little "out" now, but they never will be for me. J'adore tinkering with my little creation so much.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

DREAMS OF CHINTZ...


Yes. One of my imminent sprucing up projects is re-upholstering my lovely bed. It was from Ikea but they don't make it anymore. (I feel the need to pre-empt this next sentence by saying this is not some kind of covert Ikea blog ad as we are still very much an ad free blog - see owl.) My bed is so completely amazing, I couldn't love it more if it was from somewhere really fancy and expensive or had been custom made by fairies. Anyway, if you buy your bed frame from Ikea you can afford to buy a really decent mattress. Heavenly bed. So - the bed is covered in white cotton and has a really plain and comfy integral headboard which I always pin different fabrics over. But now I want to re-upholster the entire thing properly. It should be really easy as the bed is basically a square box - you can sort of see it not very well here.

For ages I've been wanting to re-upholster the frame in some kind of really blowsy, maybe traditional floral or fauna fabric - quite bold, but even a little...chintzy... to offset the clean, modern lines of the bed. I've had some fabrics in mind but this one,


called Papilio Sylphe by Osborne Little now seems to be unavailable and I can only find this David Hicks Ambrosia Rose


in another, more neutral colourway. I don't want neutral, I want colour and to put my white bedlinen on a bed that feels like sleeping in a bed of roses or vines or monkeys (on second thoughts, no) or something. This print caught my eye in the current issue of Domino.


The green is more Kelly green than it looks - I know because this is the print that adorns a chair I always go googly eyed over at Liberty's Josef Frank section. I know it sounds weird to say that it would work in my eggshell blue bedroom but I feel quietly confident that it would. Maybe. Why am I so print indecisive?

{Top pic Living Etc (I think), middle Elle Decoration. The Josef Frank print from here.}

**p.s All is now right with the world - Louise has started a blog. {via Fashion Toast}