30 August 2011
When it comes to summer reading I like my books to be just like a light salad served pool side: easy to digest....summer is my time to indulge in pure pleasure reading and, yes, I admit to dipping my toe in the tepid pool of trashy popular paperbacks (see sunscreen smudged copy of The Devil Wears Prada).
Luckily, just before my brain turned to mush this summer, I read the memoir I'm Down by Mishna Wolff which made me laugh so hard that I couldn't put it down. I can't recommend it enough. Now, where's my cocktail?
29 August 2011
Library post from 10 Oct 2010) which is filled with inspiring interiors of wonderful homes including Gropius House.
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28 August 2011
I think I like all the stamps, signatures and notations almost more than the beautiful drawings on these Patent Office records....I could stare at these for hours.....oh, wait, I just did.
Still, I'm perplexed that the clever (and stylish) Hat to Prevent Drowning never quite took off...
27 August 2011
Hit the road Barbie, Ken, Francis and Skipper.....there's a new doll in town and she's taking over.
Cigarette Doll.....what else?
Look at that face, the tousled hair and that smart pant & jacket ensemble.
Is it too early to start my Christmas list?
26 August 2011
25 August 2011
If I were a girl I would wear lots of Marni especially the accessories because the color combinations always make my inner girl smile. These beautiful scarves are no exception.....like works of art on silk twill.
24 August 2011
23 August 2011
Who knew Grannie's crochet doilies could look so chic?
My inner girl would be all over these Nicholas Kirkwood laser cut wedges.
22 August 2011
For getting my tattered mind back on track, there's nothing like an afternoon spent perusing the goods at a quintessential New England antique mart....creaky wood plank floors, smell of furniture polish and old books, light filtered through dusty factory windows and cranky sales clerk with bad home perm behind the counter.....it's good to be home.
21 August 2011
20 August 2011
Many apologies for the lapse in posting here at DoaWE....yours truly got so wrapped up in work and a bit too much socializing (business related of course) that my wee pea of a brain was feeling somewhat stretched to the limit and the only thing this wandering eye wanted to do after hours was shut down and sleep....of course, this didn't keep me from wandering the streets of Nolita way passed my bedtime which is where I stumbled across this vision....one Sponge Bob Square Pants looking as deflated as I felt.
11 August 2011
10 August 2011
Once upon a time, at a place called UCLA, I studied surface design which means I spent many a late night in the studio jacked up on caffeine, obsessively carving linoleum blocks and printing on yards and yards of fabric.... this would explain why I have a soft spot for block printed fabrics and the tools used to create them....like these late 1800's beauties from the Zucchi Collection of Antique Handblocks.
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09 August 2011
If I were a girl I'd be on safari just about now and since I'd look a lot like Verushka, well, it makes sense that I would wear something just like this Yves Saint Laurent ensemble from 1968...lightweight with plenty of pockets for all my safari essentials....Evian mist spray bottle at the ready! In the evening, my inner girl would crave something colorful and appropriate for the outdoorsy setting like this wonder by Tom Binns...yes, please!
Verushka by Franco Rubartelli, French Vogue, 1968
Necklace available here.
07 August 2011
05 August 2011
For my future home: the perfect bed frame for resting my weary, wandering head....a little something from an Indian palace circa 1800. All this needs is the addition of an extra thick mattress, crisp cotton sheets, multiple pillows and some favorite blankets. Added bonus: the carved figures can keep me company on those long nights when I'm sleeping solo.
04 August 2011
03 August 2011
What's the best way to ignore a pressing deadline?
How about a late night dose of hardcore expressive silent-era acting, a smoldering Rudolph Valentino and a glass of wine or three?
Nothing like a silent film to make me want to chit chat all night long.
Oh, and if I were a girl, my name would be Vilma....or should it be Velma a la Scoopy Doo?
Such difficult decisions....now I'll never sleep!