Sui For Me

Half way through the last issue of Elle Decor I decided to cancel my subscription.  The magazine's embarrassing embrace of John Mayer's mind-numbingly dull apartment had me oscillating between fits of rage and nightmare filled sleep.  I was done.  Well, until I reached page 122

Margaret Russell chose to counter-act the Mayer coma with a love letter written personally to me in the form of Anna Sui apartment photos.  If any of you have a copy of the magazine I urge you to take a magnifying glass to the mirrored wall on the right side of this room.  If any of you want me to love you forever, find, purchase and deliver the wallpaper to me asap.

I do not pretend to know what is happening behind the sink, and none of this alone is really my taste, but I am mighty fine with it all together.

Like the photo before it, I would never ever ever pick any of this out, but I would be happy as could be to wash up in this pretty potty.

A closet filled with Anna Sui couture.  Bummer

Ugh!  That wallpaper!  This photo spread really makes me rethink my whole house.  It's nothing like what I have, but I love the layered dark patterns.  Ok, so maybe I won't redo my house, but I will keep my Elle Decor subscription.

Guess what everyone!?  Tomorrow Erin is coming back!   Thank you so so much to everyone that covered for us while Erin was gone, you all have special places in heaven filled with kittens, baby whispers and anna sui wallpaper.  

Czech It Out: The Bohemia Glass Region

Last summer I had the absolute pleasure of visiting Ajeto Glassworks in the Northern Bohemia region of the Czech Republic. This region, specifically Novy Bor, is world-famous for its glassworks. Ajeto officially opened in 1994 by the world-renowned trio of Borek Sipek, Petr Novotny and Libor Fafala. Their current location is housed in the remnants of an old German textile factory in the city of Lindava.

If you can't take the heat of the studio, get into the kitchen. The facility includes a restaurant that allows visitors to dine while viewing a team of artists at work. The Ajeto restaurant was a ridiculously awesome feature to the facility, in my opinion and the food was some of the best I had while in the Czech Republic.

Although Borek Sipek was not present during my visit (I wish), it was his work I was most impressed with. His resume leaves me green with envy. It's not just anyone who can add Royal Court Architect in Prague by Presidential appointment to their list of accomplishments. Than again, it's not that hard to believe. His postmodernist furniture, tableware and chandeliers are hard to overlook. Most impressive however, are his laundry list of architectural achievements. Whether it's his work on Prague Castle, the Kyoto Opera House or Karl Lagerfeld's boutique in Paris (pictured below), the man is a multi-aesthetic genius of the first degree.

Take Two Capsules and Call Me In the Morning

I used to have this obsession with living in a space capsule a la 2001: A Space Odyssey.

Naturally, my capsule would come with a maid to compensate for all the white white white and bright overhead lighting, but overall I love the retro future vision Stanley Kubrick formulated way back in ye olde 1968.

In my minimally padded environment, I would totally have an excuse to wear the beehive crash helmet that's been sitting in my closet, collecting dust for the longest time.

Of course, I would feel most comfortable in the cockpit, although I would like to take a moment to ponder the origins of that word. Let's just say, I would not be happy simply serving beverages with a meek smile pasted on my face. Hellz no -- I would be captain of my capsule, and I don't need a... pit, to do it.

It's nice to know that space can provide all the comforts of home, like TV and cash. Sounds like they must play episodes of The Real Housewives of New Jersey around the clock.

Ok, imagine that's me and not some wanker rubbing his sweaty pits on my massage table. I am living the sweet life, not a care in the world. If I get tired, I'll just hop into my little hibernation station to chillax.

There's really nothing to worry about in my happy pod, right? My trusty computer, Hal 9000, will take care of life's basic necessities. Like breathing.

Well, maybe not. But at least they give really good drugs on my pod.

If not for some fantastic hallucinations, how else could I end up with this awesome bedroom? French Provincial on acid is so cool. In all seriousness, I kind of think my bedroom looks a bit like this, minus the statue laden alcoves.

I knew something was missing.