the delightful Tolix A-Chair
I have loved these chairs ever since I first sat on one outside at The European. Xavier Pauchard designed these little babies for tolix in 1934 and the factory in France still produces the range to the original spec. I’d love to visit one day, must put it on the travel list..
In the same line there is also a Tabouret H45 and writing this post has filled my head with desire and thus I just bought 2x red tabourets from Espacio.. great furniture site, all 20% off for the summer sale AND free UK shipping. Deal!
I really have an odd sensibility when it comes to art that I am drawn to. From velvet tapestries of horse heads to photographs of airplanes upon descent and utopian aboriginal art paintings I really never know where the next piece will come from..
John Jaxheimer - Luna Pool, Luna Farm, Sagaponack, NY 2007
upon logging on to gmail this morning I saw the latest auto newsletter (love that site, amazingly curated pieces and all over the Missoni Home range) and some american photography whacked me in the face.. John Jaxheimer, truly excellent summertime Hamptons beach house contemporary photography… His photographs capture the beauty of simplicity and look great on a large scale.
That piece would look brilliant in a poolhouse. Oh to have a poolhouse.. Oh to have a house full stop, really.
I mean I have one, I am not without home, I just don’t have one that I can make the ultimate as yet.. but I am practising daily.
In the past 5 nights I have stayed at 2 different hotels and LOVED both of them.
high tea at The Haymarket
On Saturday my darling friend Collette and I stayed at The Haymarket hotel for a girl-fest weekend and treat for Col’s impending wedding (!). That had to be right up there with the best hotel I have ever set foot in let alone stayed in. The service, the interiors, the immaculate details, the lower ground floor swimming pool, the room service (my GOD the room service), the bathroom products, the high tea, the conservatory, the ‘honesty bar’, the boiled eggs with soldiers (“how many minutes would you like your egg boiled for, madam?” – “uhhh, I don’t know”), the chairs that come alive at night.. We really had a great time. I will have to do more of this firmdale business at any opportunity..
Monday afternoon saw me eurostarring my way to Paris to meet my man (luckily I did have time to take a fast train — only he and the reverend will understand this) for two wonderful nights of love and romance in the prettiest city imaginable. Paris gets me every time.
le tour eiffel from my crackberry
We stayed at Hotel Sezz in the 16th. An area I hadn’t ventured in to before (aside from to eat at cafe de l’homme at trocadero, or to visit the treasure trove of all vintage designer couture at reciproque) but had heard good things of the hotel and it was close to my darling’s work meetings so we did it. And it was great. We did our usual routine of long dinner followed by cocktails til the early hours at our favourite little Parisian watering hole, bar hemingway at The Ritz, followed by sore heads and tired eyes but, as always, it was worth it.
I first read about this in the times late last year when French philosopher Andre Gorz and his wife Doreen committed a double suicide in an ultimate act of devotion to their love. I promptly became fascinated by their story and realised that Gorz had published a short novel as an ode to their relationship. It, of course, was only published in french so I began the search for any translated passages and hoped wildly that the book would one day also be translated in to the english (I love the way in translations it’s always ‘the’ french, or ‘the’ spanish).
So, I looked.
I looked in the foreign translations at waterstones, my local Daunt Books, amazon, etc etc and had pretty much given up on finding it and resigned myself to the fact that I would actually just have to learn french. But then, something crazy happened. I was with my darling friend Amanda in some random 2nd hand bookshop in Richmond (Melbourne, Australia) 2 weekends ago and the first book that stared me in the face was thus! It HAS been translated. Anyway, I bought it. I went home to my serviced apartment and read the whole thing and then have proceeded to crap on about it to anyone who will (pretend to) listen.
I insisted that my paramour read it on his MEL – CDG flight on Saturday and he even admitted that he enjoyed it, despite it not being a “man’s book”.
Anyway, go read up on it. It is a beautiful love story and we all need those..
A little quote:
“You’ve just turned 82. You are still beautiful, graceful and desirable. We’ve lived together now for 58 years and I love you more than ever. Lately I’ve fallen in love with you all over again and I once more carry inside me a gnawing emptiness that can only be filled by your body snuggled up against mine.”
where are they?
I have been lusting after these shoes for approximately 23 years. I have ebayed where the sun don’t shine and until the cows came home but, alas, they never materialise.
It really bugs me.
I have to conquer this challenge.