Fill My Eyes With That Double Vision

I am so tired my eyes are crossed and weepy and twice I have put my underwear on inside out without noticing until the end of the day. Would that I could magically transform my puffy eyes into glory goggles capable of magnificent hallucinatory visions, kind of like this:

I'm not sure how hotshot photographer and art director Charles Bergquist is making these amazing images, but I need to know more.

There is some nutty metaphysical parallel universe bizness going on here, and it is blowing my mind up.

As if it needed any more blowing right now.

Check out more work from Charles Bergquist and buy his prints here.

Golden Globes

Update!  I am still totally in love with gold!  I thought that maybe I was leaving my go-to-gold-and-gray color palette for my new lover chrome-and-camel, and, don't get me wrong, C & C is totally my boyfriend on the side but Gold remains my long term love.  We're soul cell mates as my husband likes to say.  How was my burning desire for gold rekindled you ask?  I'm pretty sure it was the exact second I saw this puppy:

What is wrong with this picture?  Yeah, that's right:  Nothing.  This example of walking / talking perfection comes from the design duo meier / ferrer

While this is most certainly enough to rekindle a waning romance, I knew my love was never really gone since I can't seem to get this light out of my head:

The Sciolari ceiling light in Kelly Wearstler's own home is nothing short of amazeballz.  I have a few personal spaces I'm working on right now and I want this light for all of them.

I will also be willing to settle for this gold gem.   (BTW thank you Andrea for the find!)

Although I think I'm going to have to forego the $4500 light and spring for something more like this.  It's gold, I'll be fine.

Oh!   I'll especially be fine if it looks like this.  See, I really just will never get over gold.  And it is with every fiber of my being that I say: Yes, I absolutely would 100% live here:

Yep.  All over it.

Lusty Rusty

When I was a kid, my mom decorated with the holy trifecta of rust, pale green and gold. I was fairly annoyed that these colors did not coordinate with my pink and purple Duran Duran posters, nor did they properly accent my door sized blow up of George Michael looking all careless and whispery (this would not be the last time my gaydar failed me... thanks a lot, raging hormones). Anyway, I kind of hated the endless seas of rust carpet. I hated my rust floral wallpaper. I hated rust. But you know what -- something is happening to me. Perhaps my taste in color has matured, much like my taste in music and men. Perhaps I actually like rust.

It's like my mom decorated this room, minus the requisite momtastic damask.

Oh yes. Rusty red + inky teal + pale purple. Did I just type those words together?

At Anthropologie here.

At Overstock here (don't let the styling burn your retinas).

You know you like it.

[Elle Decor, AD Russia]