Ditte Isager

Good morning all and I apologize for my absence Tuesday.  Internet failure combined with ability to stay awake failure has lead me down a shameful blogless path.  But you all understand, right?  Well-zo, here I am and I'm all well rested to show you some surprisingly un-karly-esque interiors.  Let's just call it a continuation of Erin's theme from yesterday.  Like she said, life can't be all coke tables and mylar wallpaper, right?  Ok, maybe it can, but just not today.  Or yesterday.  But most certainly tomorrow and all those other days after.

Perhaps it's my constant craving for sleep that has me loving these monochromatic interiors shot by photographer Ditte Isager, but most likely it's that sexy chandelier / rustic hardwood / window-filled loft combo.  win / win / win / win.

when God builds me a kitchen, this will be one of the photos I show him

For more of Ditte's work: Home of Ochre

Dylan Thomas -- the Photographer, Not the Poet

For well over a year I've been nursing a crush on 70s design stars like Milo Baughman, Willy Rizzo, and Pierre Cardin, but I think the coke party may be over. Well, sort of. I can't just quit burl and chrome and brass and glass cold turkey, but I think it may be time to start mixing it up. Mixing with what, I have no idea, but recently I've been trying to broaden my horizons and garner inspiration from some unlikely sources. Enter Dylan Thomas, protege of famous royal photographer, Lord Snowdon.

Thomas has photographed everything from the home of fashion design team Preen to old money estates for World of Interiors, all in his signature moody, low contrast style.

It's all a wee bit frenchfied and don't worry -- I'm not going to go cat lady collector on you, but I am loving crazy fringe on pretty much anything, so that gets an instant pass from me. I also appreciate the mutedness of these spaces, the way almost nothing "pops." It looks expensive.

And it would probably look even better with my gleaming 70s Pace chrome and glass waterfall coffee table sitting pretty right in the middle of all that tattered history.