Just daydreaming of burnt sky, Montauk highway and making my way back to New York.
This amazing house stopped me in my tracks. How did I not know about it until it recently popped up in the real estate guide. I love everything there is about this house especially because I could really see myself living here. I love that the owners did not know anything about modernist architecture but respected the original design to ensure a sensitive renovation. The kitchen is my favorite part of the house: the floating cabinets and the wall screens are perfectly in line with the era. At a hefty $1.2 million I will definitely be dreaming about this house for some time to come. Check it out on realestate.com whilst it lasts.
Images courtesy of realestate.com
Whilst the exhibition ended several weeks ago I thought i would post some pics from the Little Deities exhibition that was curated by Daniel Atkinson; a good mate of ours. Whilst ashamedly we couldn’t make it to the opening night, we made sure to check out the exhibition before it closed. Asking one self what is worthy of worship is a question best left up to the contributing artists. With so many gods on offer one can really shop around. Whilst indeed some had better accessories than others I was very excited to find the god of good times; I cannot tell you how long I have been looking for a God who understands whats really important. Congrats again Dan & Simone, cant wait to see what you guys do next.
With a house renovation on the way and my obsessing over floor plans I cant stop thinking about the day i finally get to do the actual interior/exterior styling. Acapulco chairs are high up on my lust list, especially these multi colour options I stumbled upon outside of Amor y locura.
Having developed into what one would best describe a real estate stalker I can smell out any impending mid century home’s on the market. Today I popped into visit a home in Newtown, Geelong. Whilst amazing and very daring I think too many houses of this nature get pulled down to make way for tiny little units. I am going to believe that someone will buy this house and restore it to it’s original splendor, what a shame though the owners sold off half of the back yard, homes like this deserve a large back yard, I can only imagine the type of pool that would go back with this house.
Check our the real estate link here while it lasts.
In 2012 I am going to rediscover whats right in my backyard, rather than always running to the familiarity of the city. In a strange coincidence three different people in one week all recommended Castlemaine as a place to discover. After spending a few hours in this country town I actually couldn’t believe towns like this still existed, really where can you hear a steam train roll past whilst enjoying a picnic at the botanical gardens.
Castlemaine is idyllic; quiet and idyllic, the wide streets are tree lined, has the oldest continuously operating theatre in mainland Australia, the Theatre Royal and a burgeoning cafe strip. I really hope it stays this way for many years to come so please keep it a secret.
And lastly make sure to make a pit stop at Bell’s Belles vintage on your way out at 28 Johnstone Street, a lovely little vintage abode.
After a long deserved break I have just started to piece back together my motivation and energy to once again create. 2012 is such an exciting year ahead, more travel on the horizon, upcoming local adventures and another reason to use my camera. January is always a month of planning and Global Gangway is making it back up my priority list.
Christmas the last few years has been about reclaiming traditions and learning more about my families culture. Funnily enough nearly everything in Polish cooking consists of potato therefore potato dumplings have become part of my repertoire. And my recipe is so simple, however they take hours to make and consumption is about 3 minutes, and that is why everyone I am not a cook.
From time to time something special happens and you know that your lucky to be having that experience. I felt this way back in September when i visited the Design library just outside of Cold Springs, New York with several other work colleagues.
An hour outside of Manhattan; Cold Springs is found along the scenic Hudson river. It is a beautiful little town that shines in early Autumn as it becomes engulfed in rusty and golden ochre’s. Welcomed by Richard Weissman the President and head of Apparel, Richard became our tour guide for the day. As he took us through the collections history he proved to be not only insightful but a design history wiz .
With only a day to spare i suddenly felt an overwhelming sense that i would not even be able to see a fraction of this amazing collection of prints sourced many times the world over. So from African motifs to Hawaiian tiki i searched and searched. Leaving with only several prints i hope to be back soon. It was such an amazing place to visit and made even more amazing by the people who work at the Design Library. Not hard to see why you love what you do…
I read an article a couple weeks ago about a girl who noticed how drastically her life changed when she simply stopped taking her job so personally. Sounds simple I know but often harder in reality. As a designer it is often difficult to not emotionally invest in your job. All creatives load their jobs with emotional significance and when people are not forthcoming this emotion is often redirected in all the wrong ways.
As you begin to see the limitations of anything you do I believe success will follow. Lately this has been my motto and with several surprises along the way I’m noticing a change. A long time coming but I’m glad I’m finally there…
Since i spotted this print in Living Etc many years ago it has been on my lust list, and of course one of those hard to track down original posters. But for my birthday recently I was very very surprised and impressed that my partner found a copy all the way in Paris. Taking pride in the living room i cant take my eyes off it, i think I’m getting an expensive taste for vintage posters…
A girl will always appreciate a good pair of heels, especially ones worn by Garance Dore. I just had to take a photo after seeing these on Garance’s blog, clearly it was all about the shoes… And also a small thank-you to Garance Dore for her work over the years, to see your work in the flesh and be in the presence of a new generation of designers was very exciting. Whether you love or hate blogging it cant be denied that it has changed how we communicate for the long term and I believe for the better.
Several years ago I read about a building on the Bowery in New York that looked liked it hadn’t been open in over a century. I knew I had to go and see this place for myself and see what the fuss was about. Becoming a haven for graffiti artists this building has become a canvas that changes nearly every month. In the article which was written for NY mag the writer discovers that the buliding has been occupied by one owner for almost 40 years. This building is now valued at almost $70 million and was purchased for only $102,000.
What is more amazing is the inside, the photos taken reveal the remnants of an old Bank that has been converted into a home for photographer Jay Maisel, his wife and daughter. It’s hard to believe that a family lives here but it’s even harder to believe that the exterior and internal photos are of the same house. Imagine having your own safe deposit vault, not sure what i would use it for but nonetheless a great stop on any house tour.
No matter what city I visit nothing compares to that feeling you get when you escape to the beach and all you can hear is the sound of the surf and the crickets. Sadly the longer you are in a city the more and more you forget these sounds and the traffic becomes your bedtime musac.
On my first trip to Montauk I was pleasantly surprised considering the amazing coastlines we have back home, it was quiet when we arrived as most people go back to work after Labor day. The area is not as touristy and built-up as I thought it would be and it has that small town feel that reminds me of Barwon Heads in Victoria. I can’t imagine there being any good surf here but after visiting the Surf Lodge for dinner I may be wrong after all.
As luck has it when ever I start relaxing I get sick, so I had to spend one day locked up in hibernation as Shaun looked after me. I did let him go enjoy a swim whilst I looked out from the balcony wishing i was there too…
I really like how fire escapes are commonly used for everything but their intended purpose. You always see people sitting on them having a drink or just enjoying the view, well last week i tried to recreate this and well the whole entire fire escape started shaking, i guess my building should have a warning sign “fire escape to be used in case of fire”.
Today Shaun & I awoke to a peaceful Sunday in New York. I wasn’t here 10 years ago but to be here today reminded me of the shock and grief I felt at the time of the attacks. Everyone can remember what they were doing that morning (or night in Australia). I remember staying up late to finish an essay for uni but as you do when you’re a student TV proves to be a greater distraction.
NBC today was on and I remember all the news readers paused as they listened to a feed that something was happening in downtown New York, they didn’t know what they were going to cut to, then I remember the footage, the footage we all watched for the next days, weeks and even months..
Today ten years on it’s hard to believe something like this could happen down the road from us. Our trip to New York has surprised me in many ways, the streets, the subway, the skyline is now becoming strangely familiar and I’m starting to feel at home. The city has a village way about it no matter what borough you visit, this is something i really wasn’t expecting, which makes the events of 9/11 even harder to understand.
My recent birthday made me think about all the great loves of my life. Music for me was everything and somehow without me noticing it became a past reference. The Beatles are a musical coming of age for most people but for me the love of their music never fades no matter how much I neglect it.At the age of 14 I fell in love with John Lennon’s words and truly believed I was his incarnation, mostly due to the fact my conception was roughly the same day as his untimely death (I did say i was 14 didn’t I). Walking through Strawberry Fields in Central Park was an unexpected moment where that 14 year old reminded this 30 year old to Imagine… to Imagine again…
Over a week ago I was having lunch when an email came through from the organizers of Melbourne Open House. It had a sweet and short message advising me that i had won their annual photography competition in the category of people & crowds. Rather chuffed and excited I took it as a small sign to not give up on this dream and keep actively learning everything there is to know about photography. With New York now upon me expectations are high of-course but I have time to practice and practice. It’s nice to be surprised from time to time.