Wednesday, November 30, 2011

It's That Time of the Year.

Tis the season for sparkle, and here's what i have my eye on this year. Bring on the Christmas parties...

Friday, November 18, 2011

Hot Off the Presses.

Another issue of ArtWrit, and this time i wrote a piece on the beautiful show that linked Turner, Monet and Twombly in Stockholm. Check it out here.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Good Start To The Day.

London Fog.

You don't know cloudy until you've lived in london. It's more than just clouds. It's dense fog, that sometimes makes it impossible to see across the street. It's days like this that make you want to curl up with tea and a book and never leave the house.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Perfect Time Keeper.

Why, oh why does this cost so much? A lovely time keeper for the wall of a future home.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

On the wish list.

Can't wait to browse through this.

Friday, November 11, 2011

Go Here.

If you haven't looked at this site, you really need to get on it. A refreshing take on short interviews that i actually have the patience to read. Hooray!

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

A Beautiful Book.

Just wanted to write a quick post about the lovely book Brian just had published called Quality of Life. Full of the beautiful photos you can see on his blog, they're now in hard copy form. Grab it here.

Birthday Breakfast.

Starting out your birthday with a table that looks like this can't be wrong... can it? A damson gin champagne cocktail, scrambled eggs, OSCAR MEYER BACON that we found in london somehow, and toast. Not much could be better. If only every morning looked like this.

Organized Neatly.

The past week has been a total roller coaster, starting with my birthday and going onward to the present. On halloween, a holiday for some reason i've decided i don't really enjoy, Sascha and i embarked on an adventure to Angel. I haven't had a day where i really did whatever i wanted in such a long time, and in honor of Halloween, and my birthday the day after, we really did it up. These were the spoils of our travels.