beauty, affordability, frugality & ethics in home design
One of these days, I’ll pen my meditation on the ambivalence I feel about the current fixation with all things “local” and how I suspect it is transforming contemporary life. Until then, I give you this, the definitive words on what it means to live in New York City, as written in the comments section of The New York Times article on the “It” buildings of the tertiary (snort) boroughs: 
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Ha!
So I’m late to this but still wanted to share.
Whether you think this is a call for a post-pretty aesthetic, the death of the birdy trend (which my mom would probably call visual avian flu) or just call for fresh ideas, this Portlandia clip is a fun, zingy indictment of the current preoccupation with chickadees.
Watch while clutching your sparrow pillow, as I did:
It’s not the birds. It’s the twee colorways and the tired symbolism and the increasingly poorly executed prints. I mean, DeGournay is one thing and even Dwell Studio is another but don’t start digging through all of the latecomer indie takes on the motif.
Can we all agree that if we’re going to put a bird on it, it’s going to be something really special?
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There are on-TV peddlers who want you to mount EasyFeet to some surface of your bathroom–tubs, walls, glass doors, ceilings if you can reach them– so that you can enjoy a $14.98 carwash for your feet.
You should not listen to them.
This has been a Public Service Announcement brought to you by The Common Sense Council. The Common Sense Council, because common sense is remarkably rare.
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I tire of blogging about home design at times because I find nothing but things like this:
via OKL
which reminds me of nothing so much as this
But it’s all sold out, 4 minutes after going on sale at One Kings Lane. Clearly, someone (maybe many someones!) need this $89 driftwood peace sign. I mean, I know it’s vegan-friendly but it looks like it is made of elk bones and horse glue. It doesn’t evoke the beach or the Sixties so much as a cow skull and cannibal-littered desert in this fine 1977 film:
Maybe I’m just missing something. Let me know what you think; hotness or hot, hot mess?
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