Hurwundeki

The wonderfully eclectic Hurwundeki Cafe in Bethnal Green, where you can simply add the chair you just sat in, to your bill, should it take your fancy...

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Conversion

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Train Station Convert

Once a busy terminus in rural Switzerland, now a beautiful home...

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Rik Storms

'Authenticity' and a 'deep respect for tradition' are the chief criteria important to Rik Storms in his constant search for the most beautiful architectural salvage, which he then employs in the creation of timeless, classic interiors...

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Sourced and Sold

The Sourced and Sold Shop in Amsterdam specializes in industrial salvage and antiques. Heavy-duty, solid and durable - which is 100% right up my alley...

Especially when it translates to an interior like this...

Images via here (last image via Yatzer)

Aesop, Greenwich Village

With walls made of felt and a spectacular sink salvaged from Bethlehem Steel’s 140-year-old plant in Pennsylvania, the Greenwich Village Aesop is a master class in the economy of design... 

Photos: Juliana Sohn for Aesop (via here)

Terrain

Snapped while salivating over the verdant abundance that is Terrain...

Tragically, since Tropical Storm Lee had decided to impose its Fist of Fury on Maryland and Pennsylvania, and since I was snapping on Hipsta, the poor light rendered most of my pictures inadequate, so check out Mia Widlake's post on the same subject to get a better idea of what we were gushing about...

Images by Philippa Berrington-Blew

Brimfield, MA III

It would not have surprised me if I had spotted Noah's Ark (or the architectural remnants of it) at Brimfield this year. One practically did need a boat, and thigh-high galoshes to navigate the rice paddy-like conditions. Not only had Brimfield endured a devastating tornado in June, but it (and the dealers) also had to contend with a severe dumping of rain during the show. What added to the mix of good times, though, were my two intrepid companions who never quit as long as there were extraordinary things to marvel at. We terrified our unassuming 'porter-for-hire', by vowing we would abuse him (gently) for the hour we had him to ferry our flotilla of purchases. He asked me if I was afraid of tigers when I went home to Africa for holidays!!! I said I was more afraid of tigers in America. Then back at our motel room in the evening, the abundance of dinky bottles of Gin and Southern Comfort were most effective sleep aids. After all, re-energizing our flippers was absolutely essential for the following day's hunting...

Mia trying on hats for size

Liz

Wanted the giant ball of braided yarn

We weren't too sure if he was real for a second

All photos by Philippa Berrington-Blew