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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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Setting the scene

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I wander around the web a lot. Things catch my eye. Sometimes I post them here and/or there, sometimes they collect in my browser tabs. When that happens, sometimes a few of them linger in my mind and start to form a little story in my head. Set a little scene. And today I swooned over these, and imagined a moment where they would all exist harmoniously in the same place.

I’d be lounging around in this gorgeous dress, the “Elizabeth”, by talented textile artist Jemma Sykes. It’s deliciously decadent in style, lovely in a charming peachy-pink hue, and, though fancy, manages to look like it’d be kind of cozy at the very same time.

Then there’s this swell sea urchin installation by Patricia Brown which I came across on Lost Bird Found this afternoon. A lovely array of colors, visual and actual texture, and the organic hint of sea urchiness. I adore that random pop of blue. They’d be pretty all together on the wall. Or they’d be fun as a bunch of pillow-y, seat-y poofs strewn about the room. Oh, that’d be quite colorful and cozy.

This amazzzzing “pixel” rug from Tufted of the Portuguese Piado Group set to be shown at the Zona Tortona during this year’s Milan Design Week and sneak-peaked on Design-Milk literally make me squeek in audible delight. See this is where this whole started. I was going to just post it to my Facebook blog page, because this is gorgeous and I really want it, but the picture wouldn’t thumbsize itself correctly, and linking to this would be worthless without the pic. So, I left it in my browser, and I spotted everything else and then thought that they’d all go kind of swell-ly together. At least in my head.

Anyway. This rug gets love for evoking pixels and paint swatches at the same time. And the sweeping array of color, whoosh, that just fills me with happiness.

Yes, this scene would call for a nice glass of scotch and require some vintage flapper-age jazzy music winding around the room from a crackly old record player. A few good friends sprawled out on the rug and on those lovely urchins talking about anything and everything.

Oh, it’d be divine.

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