So, apparently spring happened this week. Theo and I have taken to eating strawberries in the afternoon sun every day. Lots of digging in the dirt, picking flowers, and “let’s walk around together, Mummy.” Bliss.
Our apple trees are finally budding.
This poor beautiful bird crashed into one of our windows.
The new deck railing project is underway! It’s going to be good. More later.
I ordered these totally practical shoes online and wore them for about seven minutes.
I came across the Well Proven Chair chair via this Pinterest board (aka my nightly bout of intense and random mouse-clicking) and was just stopped in my tracks. Designed and built by James Shaw and Marjan van Aubel, the chair’s unique texture and sculptural quality comes about from a foaming chemical reaction between wood chip waste products and bio-resin.
This is an object that absolutely satisfies my personal requirement for equal measures of attraction and repulsion. I want to see what it feels like but I’m not sure that I actually would want to sit on it. As my sister might say, “it makes me feel things.”
Dare I say that if I had to be a chair, I might pick this one?
The Well Proven Chair was nominated for a ‘Design of the Year’ Award and can currently be viewed at the Design Museum in London, UK.
Calla Haynes and I went to high school together in Toronto. I was head of the Art Club, and she started the school’s first Fashion Club. We had a group of mutual guy friends that we used to go to indie rock shows with. But for some reason or another, we never really became tight.
Which is unfortunate, because – she’s ridiculously talented and adorable to boot, and these days lives in Paris where she designs for her namesake label, Calla. I’ve been following her career for the last few years and coveting pretty much every one of her gamine, romantic looks.
I’m never one to shy away from a good print and her collections feature some of the best. The Spring 2013* pieces have both a painterly quality while also reminding me of hazy, sun-dappled photographs. But there’s an edge to them; the prints are somehow just ‘off’ enough that they manage to temper the more feminine, flouncy silhouettes. My dream wardrobe. Le sigh.
I can’t stop thinking about this brief article from the Globe & Mail yesterday, about inadvertently creepy things that children say. Some of the anecdotes are amusing, but others genuinely make my skin crawl.
Still of Danny from “The Shining” (Warner Bros, 1980).