Monthly Archives: June 2008

Shout-out to your inner child


It’s wallpaper you can color from minimoderns a line of interior products for “kids” by London-based design group and branding agency Absolute Zero Degrees. Presently, it comes in this clock design and also in a chair pattern:

Personally, I find the idea of coloring my wallpaper pretty darn exciting. It’s got to be a rather liberating feeling since many of us have gotten in trouble for coloring, or attempting to color on the walls (I mean if it’s white, it’s like the Ultimate Blank Canvas) as children. Personally, I was intrigued by how the tip of the plug-thing of cord to the headphones (?) of my kiddie cassette player could draw in a pencil-ish fashion on the walls. My dad, needless to say, wasn’t so amused (even though, ahem, it was on the inside of my closet and not on a regular wall, y’know).

While these patterns are pretty rad, I think it’d be extra cool to make color-in-wallpaper made specifically for adults… In wallpaper-y patterns or something… like damask, or trees, or artistic-ness things. The thought of it makes my heart flutter a bit, I must admit.

Continuing on this childhood-grazing wall covering kitsch factor.. How would you feel about scratch and sniff wallpaper. It exists!

Flavorpaper was created in B-A-N-A-N-A-S! , Cherry Forever , and Tutti Frutti scents. Oh, yes, and “a percentage of sales goes to the Human Rights Campaign to help achieve human equality.” Word.

A portion of this discovery aided by Cup of Joe

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Now, this is a place I would love, love, love to live… or at least visit

Architect Eric Clough teamed up with Steven B. Klinsky and Maureen Sherry to renovate their newly acquired 5th Avenue 20’s-era co-op; but they didn’t get your standard swanky cookie-cutter Central Park grazing abode. No, no, Mr. Clough created a whole little world concealed in what would appear to be “normal” furniture, walls, and decorations. A whole puzzle in fact concealed in “secrets — messages, games and treasures — that make up a Rube Goldberg maze of systems and contraptions” left for the family of six (four young children) to find and solve. Yes, the apartment even has it’s own book AND soundtrack!

What began as a simple request from Mr. Klinksy to have a poem he had written for his family be hidden in a wall somewhere in the house soon took on a life of its own as Clough became inspired to create a scavenger hunt or game embedded within the apartment. It became a very personal project for Clough, who began employing numerous other artists, designers, writers, and contraption makers to take part in the project.

The family has thoroughly enjoyed all of the hidden delights in their apartment. Especially, hoping that it’s something the next family that lives there can enjoy. It’s a lovely concept to be able to leave something behind for the next inhabitant. The building I presently live in has been around since at least the 1920’s and I’d personally be intrigued to know something about the lives of people who lived there before. When you move out of a place, it’s not uncommon for the walls to be painted, perhaps the floors redone; all of the traces of the life you led in that place erased.

My college roommate (and best friend) and I had a rather elaborately decorated apartment for two years. We had originally hoped to create it as a full-on art installation and hold shows there of some sort, but alas school got in the way to take it that far. Instead, we decorated on whim. We’d sit around, come up with some zany idea and hop to it. It was slightly famous around town (especially in our apartment complex) for the huge “hello” we had painted on the ceiling visible to anyone walking by (we knew almost every one has the tendancy to look up into an open window and see what you see, so we thought we’d say hello back *wink*). We had kind of hoped to be able to leave the place as is when we left (since people generally seemed to appreciate the place), but alas the walls of The Pomegranate Estate had to be painted back to white. I sometimes wonder if the next inhabitants have any idea what it looked like before they were there…

I can only imagine how delighted the children are by all of the hidden delights in the Klinsky-Sherry residence. I am reminded of when I was a child and would draw pictures of beautiful fantasy-esque garden-y sorts of places and tape them up in my closet; I’d wish that a magical door of sorts would open up so that *poof* I’d be there. I was also intrigued by the knots in wood. One of my friend’s had a house with this wall of wood with all of these visible knots in it, and I was somewhat convinced that if we pushed the right one, a magical door would open up and take us…somewhere (magical?). I sometimes think that I’m still looking for that magic portal.

Anyway, double thumbs up for homes that break from the norm and become a piece of art and/or intrigue of their own!

Read the New York Times article : Mystery on Fifth Avenue

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Booking It


Check out this lean(!), green(!), collapsible book storing (er..) machine! from designer Joyce Hong:

It’s called PLoP!, and was created for students on a bugdet (or greenies)((or older nomadic types – hey, hey city dwellers)). Made from eco-friendly corrugated board, it’s both lightweight (about 4 pounds), recycleable, AND extendable – so you can line up the little darlings to house your ever expanding book collection. I don’t know about you, but I could sure use some more book space as my bookshelf is all kinds of over-flowing (I dream of someday having one of those super swanky home libraries, complete with a spiffy spiral staircase leading up to the second floor, and also lots of comfy couches). Sigh.

And continuing on that bookish note, check out this coffee table “book” that opens up to a lamp(!):

Book of Lights by Takeshi Ishiguro.

via Gizmodo via Yanko Designs1, and 2

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“Hot stuff!”, he shouted


For your viewing pleasure: The Dot and the Line:

(Thank heaven’s for youtube, because I never thought I’d see this little gem again aside from random broadcastings on TV that I’d be rather likely to miss. I nearly wept with joy when I found it, as I’d been hoping to be able to track it down on video/dvd for years and instead had to settle with only the book ((which, too, is fabulous but, hey, I have to do the voices for myself)), by Norman Juster, for which this little film was based. And so, having found it ((and re-finding it this morning)) I thought I’d share the love of this little romance in lower mathematics. Enjoy!)

(( You know, I’m pretty sure The Dot and the Line only fueled the fire of my little polka-dot phase/obsession of early college…. hmm))

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Eye See You


Finally made it to the Murakami exhibit at the Brooklyn Museum yesterday (True story: tried to go last week but we arrived a whole 3 minutes late for their 4:15pm ticket selling cutoff. Moral of the story: Get there before 4:15 and, no, the big modern steps have nothing to do with the entrance – they will only make you late *blushes*), and I must say it was fabulous. We meandered all around the expansive exhibit and more than once were discouraged from standing so close (hey! i’m short and I/we wanted to see how it was done)((it seems to be a bit of a problem with me, historically)). Anyway, so after seeing the above Jellyfish eyes piece and, of course, the eyeball room, I couldn’t help but think it would be seriously awesome to have gumballs with the eyes printed on them. Seriously. It seemed right up Mr. Murakami’s alley what with his affinity for blurring the line between art and commercialism; so naturally I checked out giftshop for some art that I could (literally) chew on for awhile, but alas, there were none (that I’m aware of, we didn’t look too hard). SO, Mr. Murakami, if by some change you read this….

Jellyfish eyes as gumballs = killer.
+ = yay

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I’m not nervous, Baby, you just turn me into art.


Around here in The Brooklyn, I’ve been feeling a rather distinct 80’s early 90’s type vibe from some of the cats and kittens in my neighborhood – and I’m not always sure how I feel about it… But. I saw these neat-o t-shirts and other garb from Anzevino & Florence with the same technology (?)/magic fabric as those HyperColor shirts that change color when it comes in contact with heat from my/our youth/younger days and I can’t help but give a thumbs-up; especially with a heat wave on the horizon here in our fair city, and full-blown summer hot on its heels. Summer romances, too. So, I imagine that while it may make your nervous sweating a little more conspicuous, at least it’ll look a whole lot more, you know, artful. AND you can sprout some spontaneous poetry/romanticisms by proclaiming the awe at how their touch has rung oh-so-loud on your skin..err..t-shirt.

via Cup of Jo via Refinery29

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That’s what you get for living in The City….


Sigh. So, my building is being renovated. It’s a rather odd situation since my own apartment was renovated a scant 2 years ago, but my landlord has decided to redo the entire building (yes, including my own). I guess that’s what you get for living in a rapidly gentrifying ‘hood. The whole renovation naturally has a heap of pluses and minuses, one of the biggest minuses being the noise. And the mess. Doors are appearing where there once were none, age-old brick is making appearances after perhaps 80 or so years, and I’m woken up at 7am to the sound of walls being knocked down. Joy. Usually, I manage to drift back into sleep, but I imagine it’s only going to get worse seeing as to how they’re only on the first floor and I’m on the third. I tell myself that the payoff will be good if I can just stick it through, and I tell myself that this isn’t too bad, but it wouldn’t shock me if I’m singing another tune once they’re working on the floor directly below me. You can go tack a “yet” onto the end of the “this isn’t too bad” sentence.

So when I saw these delightful little earplugs by JenGen and this charming sleep-mask (available at Fred Flare) inspired by famous New Yorker Holly Golightly I couldn’t help but smile and try to chalk up the insanity to a well-that’s-what-you-get-for-living-in-New-York-City attitude. You can use them to block out… *ahem* renovations, noisy neighbors (and their awful choices in music *shudders*), parties in the loft next door or the room next door (because the walls aren’t real, kid), the ice-cream truck going around the block again, the block party thats still going full-force at 3am, the kids blasting music from their cars at 3am, a noisy roommate, a snoring bed partner, wailing sirens, the dog barking, the cat howling, the band practicing… and the list goes on (and on and on). Because although we all know that comes with the territory another NY tradition is, of course, kvetching about the noise and the desire for just.a.little.piece.and.quiet.(!!!)((even though we may also find it a little unnerving to get too much of it….)).

At least you can now look super cute/glamorous (and channel the ever-fabulous Ms.Hepburn as the also ever-fabulous Mr. Golightly) while trying to achieve the illusive.