Wood on White

Since this is my second post out of three with wood as the theme you dudes shouldn't have to do too much complex mathematics to figure out that I'm going au natural these days.  I know I know, i really want to slap myself upside the head for glancing more favorably towards some hum-drum wood table rather than a gold panther sculpture, but what if I told you I've been looking at the gold panther for 3 years and that I promise not to get rid of any of my other brass?  What if I promised that rather than the dark wood rooms you dudes chose to ignore 2 weeks ago, instead I show you wood surrounded by a sea of white light?  Can we be friends then?

Ok, I'm going to start with this open-air shower because I'm pretty sure you would have to be legally insane not to like it.  Look at that lovely teak floor against those white walls. Ok, if you do not like the counter tops you do not need to be committed, I don't particularly like them either but consider myself fit for life on the outside.

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I'm going to say a big, fat yes to everything in this room with the exception of one item, can you guess what I'm leaving off my wish list?  Um, it's not that killer table

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white + wood.  yes amazing. wish i lived here. blaa blaa blaa

This styling is kooky and really only appropriate for the photo shoot (someone remind me which overseas shelter mag this was) but you have to admit that the space is amazing and we would all collectively give our left arms to live here.  PS I feel the same way about the space in the photo above I just had a moment of laziness.  sue me.

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This Kenyan artist's studio balances white + wood to perfection.  Anyone who's questionable on this one:  stop what you're doing and look around the space you're in right now.  This space is awesome.  The end. (btw I'm typing in the world's ugliest kitchen right now, so this photo is pretty much drool-central for me)

I do not need to insult the perfection that is this space with my stupid commentary.

Kisses to you all bros

PS welcome back erin!

It's a Mod World

Sorry for the late and light posts, but I'm still feeling a bit jet laggy. I've decided to give myself a wild and crazy pep talk to help me power through the week with style (I also need a pep talk to help me power through my dirty laundry but that's another post). These pictures are telling me to go check out a Warhol exhibit, or maybe to grab a martini at the Highball. I think they are also telling me to ditch the rest of today's responsibilities and go swimming...

Well, they are definitely not telling me to do my MF laundry, but I am very adept at selective hearing. Later, dudes. Hope you manage to squeeze some good times into today!

[Florence Lopez, Urban Modernista, Met Home, Roger Davies, Jeffrey Campbell shoes, Mod Rockers]

I Want to Go to There

My body is back from NY but my mind is still there. I had such an amazing time, but I slept very little and got in very late, and now I have scrambled egg brain. I'll be back later to regale you with tales of my exploits, but for now I just want to make sure that you've seen this:

Reader Corinna emailed to inform me that I was vacationing scant miles away from greatness. I really thought about hopping on the subway, showing up at Jessica's insane Brooklyn home, and demanding a tour, but sanity prevailed when I considered how I might feel if some random stalker freak popped up unannounced at my door... I'd pretty much just call the police.

Or stab the intruder with my amazing brutalist lamps.

Or perhaps I'd drown them in my incredible bathtub.

Or maybe just bludgeon them with my stunning onyx coffee table.

Perhaps my little trope is wearing thin, but I think you'll agree that I should have risked death to tour this place.

Next time, Jessica. Next time. I suggest you lock down the lucite record player before I come, though.

[JP Warren Interiors, Desire to Inspire]