Monday, January 30, 2012

An, insanely, good mix of vintage finger-blingers.



1. 1960s Super stylin' cocktail ring
2. 1960s Lapis acorn ring
3. Henry Dunay vintage cocktail ring, carved from one piece of coral 
4. Henry Dunay cocktail ring
5. David Webb zebra ring
6. David Webb chunky tiger ring
7. 1970s Cartier 'Love' ring


found @robinkatzvintagejewels

Friday, January 27, 2012


photo credit: elena shabalina

 oh, and also, I'd like to fill my house this weekend with the smells of pancakes, fresh coffee, fruit and the sounds of 
Tin Hat Trio::
 

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

"I live in Brooklyn. By choice." - Truman Capote

I found this mildly interesting. But I know I'm in the minority of being bored with the whole, Breakfast at Tiffany's obsession. And I'm always a sucker for looky-loo, historical house tours of sorts. 

Here's an inside look at the digs for those of you, not so jaded as I:




The Upper East Side brownstone is currently owned by  Peter Bacanovic , of Martha Stewart insider trading infamy. He bought it in 2000 for 1.88 (more like, 'snagged it'. I had no idea prime property in NYC was going for that 12 yrs ago ) and has it on the market for:  $5,850,000.00. Here's the skinny if you need more deets


 

The party scene, and many others, were filmed on a sound stage about 10 miles from where I sit typing this. But look at 0:16 in the film below (try to ignore the, very un-P.C. Mickey Rooney in 'yellow-face')  at least they tried to recreate the actual interior .


how's that flat screen treatin' ya? Nothing like highlighting a beautiful fireplace by shoving a panel of modern technology right in there.




and by odd coincidence, the town house in which Truman Capote lived,  while writing Breakfast At Tiffany's, is also on the market.



.....and to be honest, this one rings my bell by a mile.

"....The Brooklyn Heights, Greek-Revival four-bay townhouse was built in 1839 on a four-square country villa plan. Three-story elliptical mahogany staircase with rosette oculus window at the top. Double parlor with 12+/- ceilings. Interior period detail designed by Minard Lafever. 40+/- columned Charleston porch along rear of house leading to garden."  read more here




 

Capote lived in the Garden Apartment for ten years.  It's yours for $13,995, 000.00. Of course, it never matters what it is, I always choose the most expensive.

that is all.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

retro editorial




everything, the palette, the photography, the styling....


'The Dream Weaver' 
photo: Daniel Sannwald
styling: Lucy Ewing
Model: Iris Egbers 
Publication: The Sunday Times style 5/11

Friday, January 20, 2012

photo credit::tumblr


There are a lot of reasons why I shouldn't like this song, "Video Games",  by Lana Del Rey - the low energy dirgyness of it, being number one.  And maybe the weirdness of the lyrics ( My, "12 yr old boy thinking" has me going to weird places when I hear, 'Swinging in the backyard" ....what does that mean? ) But oddly, I keep wanting to go back and listen to it again. However, do it with caution. And not if you've been diagnosed with seasonal depression or any other kind of malaise of the mind for that matter.

......And with that, enjoy!


We often talk about owning a house in the mountains. I vacilate between how I would design and decorate it. One part of me wants something very "Chalet Chic" with layers of European antiques, rich textiles and important art. The other side of me, just wants something that allows us to live among the trees, simply ( still with great art ). The former would be host to formal dinners and beautiful Christmas holidays while the latter, a more practical concept, would be perfect for kids playing board games and general family loafing-a place of simplified beauty. After seeing these photos, I think my mind has been made up.


 




Sebastopol residence:: designed by San Francisco architects, Turnbull Griffin Haesloop
You can read more about the project here.











Thursday, January 19, 2012

Charles Eames, having a toy moment....I think I need this poster of a photo orignally printed in LIFE Magazine. It would've probably given my kids nightmares when they were little, but we're all a little older now.



{photo :: alan grant}

“I’m a little taken aback by anyone calling himself an artist because of my feeling that that’s the kind of designation that other people should give. You can be an artist in any field, but getting a degree to call yourself an artist would be like getting a diploma to call yourself a genius. If your work is good enough, it can be art, but art isn’t a product. It’s a quality. Sometimes that’s lost sight of. Quality can be in anything.”
—Charles Eames

Wednesday, January 18, 2012







It's funny, I'm trying to think back upon when I started to need such order in a house that it came to a level, of neurosis. I know that in high school this wasn't going on. Most of the time my school uniforms  lay in  heaps of navy blue wool, all over my room. The logic being, that it saved time because I only had to swing my legs out of bed and into my skirt. See? efficiency! It was the same sort of logic that brought me, 'Why make your bed, when you're only going to mess it up at bed time!"


 


I think something happened around the time I moved into a sorority and lived with 3 girls in one room. You touched anything on my dresser, you were dead.  I knew if you 'borrowed' a bit of my perfume, or picked up a framed party pic to get a closer look. God.  I must have been a nightmare. Amazing that these girls are still my closest friends. Don't even get me started on living with babies and all of the plastic, primary crap that comes with or my daughter who is by nature a ball of explosive creativity leaving behind messes of mass proportion as she goes through the house or my very masculine, 'boy' of a husband.



In order not to end up in a fetal position, rocking in a corner, I've had to come to grips with the reality that, "A Perfectly Kept House is the Sign of A Misspent Life". It's been a hard program to stay with, and one day at a time is chanted often as I give it up to my higher domestic power.



Mary Randolph Carter, celebrates a house that is both beautiful and lived in. Her book A Perfectly Kept House is the Sign of A Misspent Life, records this mantra through beautiful photographs that are both encouraging and inspiring. "Don’t scrub the soul out of your home"; "Make room for what you love".  I know I'm not completely 'there' yet, because although pretty, a few of the shots from this book make me itch.

{ this book's been out for a few years and its been covered 'round these parts. But like most things, it made its self known to me during a particular day of weakness, when I really needed to be reminded of this }

Monday, January 16, 2012

artist::jorey hurley


I've been meaning to do a post on print and textile artist, Jorey Hurley for quite sometime. She's sort of a design super hero to me.



A little digression, and personal sharing: when I was a freshman in college, and was enrolled in Design 101, the first few weeks, we were given the assignment of drawing several, 4 x6 boxes and then placing 24 dots within the space. As the weeks progressed, we were allowed to add color. I didn't 'get' the whole assignment and,  found it tedious, slow moving and a waste of time. What I didn't 'get' back then, but understood much later, was that this was an exercise in composition, using the simplest elements. 

Over the years, I've recalled this assignment and quietly thanked, Professor, Eleanor DuQuoin who put up with my eye rolling and questioning of the task (as I saw it to be).  Because, as elementary as it seemed at the time, the importance of learning how to place anything in a given space is essential to all good design. And you know what? It's not that easy to create, 'simple design'.



Jorey Hurely has the ability to see pattern in design everywhere she looks and then, breaks it down into the perfect composition. Her colors are always clear and sharp adding to the overall happiness these prints evoke. 



 

Jorey was on the design team for 5 years of one of my favorite textile houses, Hable Construction and has worked on surface design projects for their clients, including Procter + Gamble, Garnet Hill, and Barney’s New York.  






And if that's not enough, she had her own bag line that sold to boutiques in SF. Oh wait, you want more?  She studied art at Princeton and surface/textile design at FIT and then, three years of law school. See? She's kind of a stud.

She sells prints as well, which you can buy here: Jorey Hurley @ etsy 





Friday, January 13, 2012


       Listening to this, Goyte cover, all week. Featuring Walk off the Earth + Ingrid Michaelson. The video itself is pretty awesome if you have a chance, go check it out ::  


( does anyone else get hooked on a song and play it over and over? thank god for headphones or I'd drive everyone around me nuts. )

Happy Weekend!

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

A quick tour...

A few weeks before the Holiday Madness was to begin, Nick came to me and said, 'Guess what? I just booked a trip for us to London! And we're leaving on Christmas Day!!'  In my head I'm going through the list of things that hadn't been done, gifts that hadn't been purchased and sent, the photo for the card needed to be taken, the ordering of the card, the addressing of the cards.... ornaments that hadn't been pulled from storage, the tree needed to be delivered, what are we doing for Christmas Eve dinner? The girls are out of school and home for two weeks - which means, 2 people standing around staring at me while I attempt to work saying, "Julie McCoy I mean, mom, we're bored" .......  and oh, that dinner party for 22 that I needed to pull together in celebration of his birthday. December is major. Leaving on a major trip at this time is kinda huge. 



Do I sound like an ingrate? I don't mean to. Honestly, I was thrilled, and am always so grateful that I've married someone with wanderlust and a generous spirit.  But the stress of creating The Perfect Christmas/Birthday for everyone was weighing heavily on me. Throwing a major trip on top of the pile, had me a little freaked. When would I have time to research everything we needed to do, see and experience? I mean, you can't just, 'play it by ear' when you go on a trip like this. You'll  miss someone's tomb or the Magna Carta. You need to have an itinerary.

As it turned out, Birthday party was a success ( thanks to a local restaurant ) cards got mailed out, gifts were purchased and sent, tree was put up and decorated.....in the end, Birthday/Christmas happened. So as I bade farewell to my little birds for the week ( who were heading to some relatives in the Mid West ) I pulled out my luggage and packed the best I could, including a couple of books on London that I was hoping to read on the flight. I had also consulted one of my best resources for travel, my friend Karen. She totally gets what I like from food to galleries. And her recommendations are always exactly spot on. 


The birthday party that happened, 10 days before Christmas (holiday birthdays are tough business. Vying for importance against that, other birthday, is not easy ) 

So here is a brief (sort of) photo tour of our week...



The view from our hotel, The Cadogan, in Knightsbridge. Loved the location, loved the people who worked there, super comfy rooms.


Not a day went by that we didn't hit a gallery



The Main Hall in the Natural History Museum ( taken with ye olde iPhone )

 


The great hall o' minerals. I wasn't much interested in the minerals but the room was pretty incredible.



frozen face in front of the Carousel and ice rink (these people love their ice rinks at Christmas time)


Street art near the Tate Modern.



 The Tate Modern building, in itself, is worth a visit. It's housed in what used to be the Bankside Power Station. You can read more about it here  photo credit from here


And to the Saatchi Gallery...



The floors and the light at the Saatchi gallery were beautiful. The whole building (an old Military School ) is so well done. 


 Gorgeous, moving and provocative works. 


The above paintings were huge. And detailed and beautiful.  I can't find the artist's name but when I do, I'll add it. I assumed that I could look it up on their website when I got home, but have had no luck.


I thought the Saatchi gallery was great for its architecture and art, but some of the art, just seemed a bit questionable. Here's a mirror, that quivers, activated by a motion detector. Art?


hmmmm. I don't get it.



More galleries......




And of course the Tower of London had to be done, if only to look at the wall etchings left by the captive prisoners imprisoned in the towers or the oldest, authentic 'Tudor' houses in existence. So cool.


A tourist's gotta have her map. 





Stepping out in my new DVFs that I picked up at The Community Collection.





The last time I was in London (in the 90s) the food, was not memorable. Karen mentioned that I needed to investigate the whole 'Gastropub' movement. And boy did we. 



Our first pub was the Cadogan Arms in Chelsea. The food was served on a plank and we dined on perfectly cooked sirloin and ale. The place itself has a 'hunter's lodge' vibe to it. That began our tour into pub live.  We started  asking waiters where their favorite pub was. Not the touristy type, but where they went on their day off. We crisscrossed the city eating at dark little pubs with their uniform, black lacquered fronts. Shepard's Pie? bring it. Beef Ale pie? alrighty Blood Pudding? mkay. Jingle Knockers? whatever you say. 



pheasant pie and mash. rich.

mmmmmm. Fish + Chips and some sort of meat pie. 


I'd be huge if I lived in London.



Mind yer head, mate. This became our favorite pub. It's in Kensington. It's a rabbit warren of little rooms with even smaller doors one has to climb through in order to pass to the next. 

photo courtesy of their website.
We didn't just hang out in pubs the whole time, we also managed to spend a fair amount of time on the Fine Dining genre of restaurants (which i'll list at the end) 


Rowley's on Jermyn Street.  A nice little place to have a quiet lunch. 


(above ) Probably the best Indian Food I've ever had. And the place itself had some of the best people watching, ever. 



I did not eat here, but felt it would have been appropriate given the gout-tour we were on. 
...............................

Off to the Cotswolds for the day (not long enough)

"meats"




I fell in love with this area of England, many years ago, and coming back here always makes my heart sing. It's great because it hasn't changed in a few thousand years, so you always know what to expect. 



The requisite visit to, Shakespeare's boyhood home.

Shopping? why yes we did. And lots of window shopping as well...

The Giuseppe Zanotti shop window on Sloane St. 



I was a little disappointed to see the Forever21 lined up next to, Urban Outfitter, American Apparel, Gap, and Anthro. I was hoping their Anthro would be different. But it wasn't.  I could have been in El Segundo plaza just south of LAX - not Chelsea. They did have wallpaper in stock, which ours does not. bonus.




The Trisha Guild windows, on King's Road, were so pretty.



This was just a Frieze on the outside of Turnbull + Asser. Nick thought the photo looked like 'baby head salad' at first glance. It's not.


It's all in the way you say it. (btw, that's a steep penalty)


Alexander McQueen shop windows. Bodice made of china. 



Partridges, on King's Road, had a whole shelf of 'bonbons' packaged in the most beautifully boxes. I drag Nick into every Grocery Store, when we're out of the country. I find it fascinating to see what they have that we don't. Ditto on the pharmacies. (we must have hit Boots, 10 times for various needs)




 

primping for the evening. (the weather was balmy enough for just a trench on some nights)



Trafalgar square on New Year's day, with the Olympics count down clock.



Party's over, time to go......

home.



 Good bye fog, hello smog. ( thank god I live at the beach, makes coming home from the trip of a lifetime, a little easier on the landing side )




Oh! the places we went. A few of our favorites.......

Pubs:
Cadogan Arms, Chelsea
Princess of Prussia, Aldgate, London
Charles Dickens
Windsor Castle, Kensington


Restaurants:
Bar Boulud
8 Bells, Chipping Campden
Champions
Les Portes des Indes
Patara Thai




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