Under the watchful gaze of a very dapper (if not slightly disapproving) gentleman...
Monday, July 30, 2012
Sunday, July 29, 2012
MaÏssa Toulet
The amazing miniature museums of Parisian artist, MaÏssa Toulet...
Friday, July 27, 2012
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Berenice Abbott
Some absolutely stupendous photographs, taken in the 30's and 40's, capturing a changing New York...
All photographs by Berenice Abbott (via here)
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| John V. Lacey, “Birdsmith”, New York, 1948 |
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| New York Stock Exchange, New York, 1933 |
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| News stand, 32nd Street and Third Avenue, New York, 1935 |
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| Poultry Shop, East Seventh Street, New York, 1935 |
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| Treasury Building, New York, 1933 |
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| Watuppa From Brooklyn Waterfront, New York, 1936 |
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| Columbus Circle, New York, 1936 |
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| Designer’s Window, Bleecker Street, New York, 1947 |
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Monday, July 23, 2012
The House that Time Forgot
Built for the Harpur family in 1703, Calke Abbey has remained virtually unaltered since the death of the last baronet, Sir Vauncey Harpur Crewe in 1924. The last owner, Charles Harpur-Crewe, died suddenly in 1981, leading to crippling death duties (£8m of an estate worth £14m), and in 1985 the estate was transferred to the National Trust by his younger brother Henry Harpur-Crewe.
The National Trust presents Calke Abbey as an illustration of the English country house in decline. A massive amount of remedial work (but no restoration) has been done, so the decay of the building and its interiors has been halted, but not reversed. Before the National Trust's custody, the interior had basically remained untouched since the 1880's...
Via Flickr and Wikipedia (read more here)
The National Trust presents Calke Abbey as an illustration of the English country house in decline. A massive amount of remedial work (but no restoration) has been done, so the decay of the building and its interiors has been halted, but not reversed. Before the National Trust's custody, the interior had basically remained untouched since the 1880's...
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| Gardener's Bothy |
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Monday, July 16, 2012
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Weekend
I am sitting in bed with my computer on my lap. It is pitch dark outside and the wind is howling. I should really be up, preparing for the day and unpacking more boxes. I also have two large cats (half on top of me) affixing me to my spot. Every time I move the claws come out ever so slightly as a subtle warning. So, since I can't budge for the forseeable future, I leave you with gorgeousness to start your weekend...
PS: Does anyone know the source of the images? Found via Pinterest
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Monday, July 9, 2012
Lenin made it unscathed
When we found the portrait of Lenin in a packed-to-the-gills San Juan antique shop, the paint was cracking off the canvas. That was part of the appeal. However, while unpacking it yesterday, I was somewhat concerned about unearthing a faceless dictator! Fortunately, all he lost was a small speck of his lower eyelid! Incidentally, I found the missing camera equipment - needed to share the following pictures. Moving house (let alone continents) truly tests every part of one's resolve. It wasn't pretty...
(more palatable house pics coming up soon, I promise)
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| The truck couldn't have been bigger |
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| Taking half a tree along with it |
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| Ready to unload |
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| Packed to capacity |
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| Woah! (and starting to rain, of course) |
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| How it all fits into this space defies logic |
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| Why do you have so much stuff? |
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| Biggie finding a safe spot |
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| Hellish |
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| By the end of the day, the empty boxes were touching the rafters |
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| This is a slightly distorted picture of the Lenin portrait |
(more palatable house pics coming up soon, I promise)
Sunday, July 8, 2012
Frustration
In the chaos that is the nature of unpacking (epic move), I seem to have misplaced the tiniest of things, yet essential to survival (or sanity at least). I cannot find the camera chord, or battery charger. Scissors have sprouted legs or appear particularly talented at disappearing into the endless abyss of wrapping paper. However, headway is being made. 50-something boxes have been disposed of in the last three days, all sorted through during the Wimbledon Tennis finals. In the meantime - until I find that wretched chord - here are some placeholder images...
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Monday, July 2, 2012
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Little (and big) boxes filled with ticky tacky...
The 40 foot truck, containing all we own, is supposedly arriving tomorrow. I say supposedly... because apparently and I quote: "The port is a moving target, so we don't really know." Hope all my things are relatively unscathed from a 6-week stretch at (rough) sea. Wouldn't it be nice if everything looked like this (below) after the monumental unpack...
