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Showing posts with label colorful. Show all posts
Showing posts with label colorful. Show all posts
Saturday, June 13, 2015
Colorfully Eclectic: Yet Another Style Quiz
Monday, November 17, 2014
Single-Girl Style: Downtown Decadence
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now: nanette lepore's stunning bedroom |
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Cozy Under Foot: Anthro + Argentina
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huari: stunning. subtly pops a little earth tone in amongst the searing brights |
By now, we've pretty much all seen "Man Shops Globe," right? The owner of Anthropologie travels to different countries to find new and interesting artisans and merchandise for his stores? Even after watching marathons of that show, I am still blown away by many of the home goods they offer. How do they do it?! Their new Argentinian rugs are...there are no words. I've fallen for their rugs before and it looks like I'm falling again:
Monday, November 14, 2011
Single-Girl Style: Moody, Modern & Eclectic
Of the handful of things I wish I had studied in high school and college, Russian is not one of them. Which left me at a loss when I came across this gorgeous apartment profile. Such a bummer because this lady, whoever she is, has a really cool home. The contrast of the purple brocade wallpaper next to the brown bamboo wall sets the dark, moody tone of the space. The vivid grain in the dark wood floors stands out and contrasts beautifully with the smooth, shiny lacquer table. Not to mention the nubby, wool kilims and the modern leather chair.
But it doesn't stop there.
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source: glamour russia photos: will webster |
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Rooms on Film: The Guitar
Back in 2008, I was perusing the New York Times and saw a review for a movie called, The Guitar. The movie sounded like a
real downer: Last Holiday, without the life savings and whirlwind travel spree.
The accompanying photo seemed to confirm this as the doomed protagonist
appeared pale and emaciated. Her environment however - financed by a credit
card spending spree - was…to die for:
Some time later, I stumbled on the image in my extensive "style tray" folder and started searching for screencaps. The internet turned up very little, but some of the images really looked promising in terms of the overall set. Then, lo and behold, one evening the movie - which was a Sundance Festival entrant - turned up on Sundance Channel. Finally, a chance to see this delicious apartment in all its glory! It did not disappoint.
This apartment is, to borrow from Pat Conroy, “a feast
for the human eye.” The way it is decorated and lived in defines bohemian living.
Facing her end, Melody Wilder revels in every reasonable sort of sensory and
sensual indulgence. And. I. Mean. Every. She literally takes the time to delight in being able to smell, taste, touch, hear, and see.
If you've seen The Guitar, you know it does get a little steamy in the middle. And the musical score rocks. And it is a bit unbelievable. But...this sort of urban fairy tale of how it takes a terminal cancer diagnosis to help broken note, Melody Wilder, rediscover her harmony is really pretty fun and uplifting. The environment, moving from a dark, cramped basement apartment, to a sunny penthouse loft on the Hudson River, is as responsible for Melody's reawakening as anything else.
Witness the transformation:
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image credit: jo jo whilden/cold fusion media | |
If you've seen The Guitar, you know it does get a little steamy in the middle. And the musical score rocks. And it is a bit unbelievable. But...this sort of urban fairy tale of how it takes a terminal cancer diagnosis to help broken note, Melody Wilder, rediscover her harmony is really pretty fun and uplifting. The environment, moving from a dark, cramped basement apartment, to a sunny penthouse loft on the Hudson River, is as responsible for Melody's reawakening as anything else.
Witness the transformation:
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Color Texture Pattern: My Fantasy Made Real
So, I was flipping through a magazine called Living, which I think is published in Uruguay, when I discovered that my dream home already exists. In fact, someone else built it and has been living in it, beautifully, for some time now. This is what happens when you don't open the mail every day.
The homeowner's name is Nuria Cobeaga and she designs wonderful South American blouses and bags like these. Her (my) home is a crystal-clear translation of that same style. It combines a mix of rich colors, folksy patterns, handmade textiles, and aged surfaces into a showstopping family home. Were I the boss of this casa, no one would ever cross the threshold. Probably wouldn't even let you sit in any of the wonderful outdoor rooms either. Sorry.
Let the pictures speak for themselves...
The homeowner's name is Nuria Cobeaga and she designs wonderful South American blouses and bags like these. Her (my) home is a crystal-clear translation of that same style. It combines a mix of rich colors, folksy patterns, handmade textiles, and aged surfaces into a showstopping family home. Were I the boss of this casa, no one would ever cross the threshold. Probably wouldn't even let you sit in any of the wonderful outdoor rooms either. Sorry.
Let the pictures speak for themselves...
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color play: reds, oranges, blues, aged wood and patchwork pillow |
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