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My best friend Sara is in town for about six weeks, which makes for lots and lots of wandering around and exploring of the city. Last week, if you haven’t noticed, was particularly warm. Scorching, in fact. Not unlike hell. But. I had my bestie with me, we stopped often for snacks and drink, and for have-i-burnt-to-a-crisp-yet-even-though-i’m-wearing-60spf-sunblock-? checks. We stumbled into ABC Carpet and Home and found ourselves in a 6-floor wonderland of homegoods. And couches. Which we sat on. To, you know, debate their comfy factor. Of course we found one that was so heavenly in squish factor that neither wanted to get up. It was a couch you could live on. Alas, we moved on and explored, snapping pictures like wild women of pretty and interesting things. Looking at them afterward, I realized that my hasty quick-snap pics aren’t quite as perfectly formed as I would have liked (oops) and, of course, that there were little bits of (quasi-esque, at times) groupings. A few pics for you, my lovelies:

Spirography-y shapes!:


(this one may not be super-spirograph-y, but i wanted to share it at least because of the awesome colors)

Giant! (Table-y) Lamps!:


Don’t these look like fabulously oversized table lamps? Awesome. You could have a bit of Honey I Shrunk the Kids right in your living room.

Luxurious Layers:


For some reason, the layering of similar objects really struck me. I know you would normally find that people have collections of small things. But the look of pulling together bunches of larger objects is kind of interesting.

The Undoing of the classy chair:


I don’t think I’d want to lounge in one of these, but there’s something about something about a chair that used to be so regal looking a bit (or a lot) undone. It makes you think about the “life” that chair has led. And there’s always something kind of intriguing about seeing finery broken and imperfect. It makes me think of the people who trash their wedding dress instead of preserving it.

And, apparently, I find worn-down, worn-in, and somewhat destroyed things utterly fascinating. Oh, the patina that life adds to our walls, floors, ceilings, etc.

If walls (and floors) could talk:


The many, many layers of paint just kills me with it’s beauty. All those colors. The rough edges. The rich textures. *Swoon*


And especially lovely in metals. Loving the coolness of the patina-ed metal and the warmth of brick.


With the right pairing of furniture, these worn floors can look really lovely.

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Now that I think about it, after compiling all of these pics, is that you can sort of sum up the things that seemed to catch my eye into two categories:

Over-sized
In the manner of taking things/ideas that might be smaller and making them bigger. We do everything over-sized here in the States (ahem, food portions *cough cough*), massive couches (..etc), large collections of small things (porcelain cats!). And now we’ve blown up table-lamps, or the shapes from our childhood spirograph game, or made collections of large unexpected objects (like headboards) and they look beautiful. (Granted, I’m not sure the store intended to sell the lot of headboards as a design feature. Their pairing may have just been a matter of practicality, but it managed to look beautiful in that corner with the sun shining in.

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Over-used
In the manner of being worn-in. We’ve grown more accustomed to doing without. To not buying new things all of time, to appreciating vintage. Those things tend to lack in perfection. They’re worn in, they have holes, spots are worn away. But the new grunge isn’t about looking inherently dirty, but in appreciating the life of the things that surround us, and accordingly our own lives and the way they have shaped us.

Some of the pictures manage to combine the two themes.
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I’m terrible and didn’t manage to catch the names of any/all designers. If you should express interest in any one particular, I’d be happy to track them down for any of you dear readers.

And now, just because I feel like sharing, the (not so) magical (!) traveling golden swan bicycle basket:

Spotted first in Union Square months upon months ago and again last Wednesday right in my own neighborhood of Bushwick. (finger in the pic, not so suave)

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It’s all a matter of perspective

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What would your rug say if it could speak?:

These positive/negative rugs designed by Björn Dahlström for Kasthall bring to mind the famous Oscar Wilde quote; “We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.” Granted, you can’t always help how you feel. Regardless, these are really interesting, and it would be a fun challenge to design the room around them. I would love if they came in other colors…. the white and navy is nice, but liable to get lots of footprints on them – though for mr. negative rug it would sort of reinforce the theme.

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Simple Singular Sensations

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There’s something about this dishware that strikes me as brilliant.

Artist Paola Navone was given white porcelain “seconds” from the famous Tuscan crockery factory of Richard Ginori which she subsequently gave new life with her free form swatches of color. Merci Gallery has turned them into one-of-a-kind pieces for an exhibition, after which the pieces will be sold.

I’ve always thought there was some unique sort of beauty about the surfaces (paper, napkins, etc) that artists/designers/etc. use to test out colors. You can still get a sense of colors incorporated into a final piece, but there’s also a hint of the thought processes behind those choices and the sometimes perhaps interesting in the nature and style in which some one just sort of throws the color down.

It’s really interesting to see that free nature of color swatching tossed onto formal dishware. Pieces that when they do have designs on them, are usually on the formal and well-thought-out side of design. This is somehow the equivalent of wearing both high and low priced clothes at the same time,  of that one slightly “off” thing that makes an outfit interesting. There’s something mildly audacious about it… Like a grown-up version of the coloring on the walls that got you in trouble as a kid.

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Take me to the Bed Cave!

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Would you believe that this intriguing bookshelf/igloo not only stores books, but also a bed?!

It would be like a cross between one of those forts you created as a child by tearing apart the couch and making your own little play nook cave, and your own personal library. Truth be told, the Uroko bed (by Point Architects)was actually intended for children, but it seems like a pretty swell grown-up double duty bed. I know I certainly need a bigger bookshelf, and this one is handy since it stores your books, reading materials, knick knacks, etc. and also puts them all right within arms reach. It would make a great room divider should you live in an extra large multi-purpose room/studio type scenario and it would be pretty darned swell in one of the many loft-style apartments here in Brooklyn. One of those places you walk into and they pull a curtain aside point in and say “hey, this would be your room”. True story, it happened to my friend. Naturally, she said no thanks and ducked out of there quickly as possible. The idea of a curtained off room, or room with little to no privacy is certainly unappealing, but I’d certainly ponder it if I could have a little book cave of my own.

Imagine all the ways you could decorate it! While it’s shown with the all of those felt shingles, it’s essentially a basic curved sort of bookcase room which makes the decorating possibilities fairly endless:

You can create your own little world.

At the very least it would be an interesting idea to have bookshelf walls. If I remember correctly, in Jonathon Safran Foer’s book Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, there was an outdoor study where the walls were made of books. Holy guacamole! I found that one bit with only a moment of searching:

“The first time Anna and I made love was behind her father’s shed, the previous owner had been a farmer, but Dresden started to overtake the surrounding villages and the farm was divided into nine plots of land, Anna’s family owned the largest. The walls of the shed collapsed one autumn afternoon – “a leaf too many,” her father joked – and the next day he made new shelves, so that the books themselves would separate inside from outside. (The new overhanging roof protected to books from rain, but during winter the pages would freeze together, come spring they let out a sigh.) He made a little saloon out of the place, carpets, two small couches, he loved to go out there in the evening with a glass of whiskey and a pipe, and take down books and look through the wall at the center of the city. He was an intellectual, although he wasn’t important, maybe he would have been important in life if he had lived longer, maybe great books were coiled within him like springs, books that could have separated inside from outside.” (126)

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