1962, in your palm-shaded drive. I mean, can you imagine?
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inspiration is free
These days I find myself collarbone-deep in work and household projects, things that keep me away from writing here in the way I love but I have begun visual blogging on Pinterest and Flickr.
At Pinterest.com/studioist, I round up compelling images across a variety of categories from gender expression, fatshion, food to small-space living and colorful kitchens.
And on Flickr, you can see more of what is going on in our studio, especially detail shots that don’t make it to the blog.
For instance, Bertazzoni ‘baby pics’ like these:
Moodboards of new items we are collecting for the studio, like this hardware:
Ice box latch, art deco surface hinges, mid-century switchplate, art deco hook
While I love media analysis and critical commentary, right now The Studioist is going to follow more of my current interests and reflect our renovating work so this will be a more personal journey for awhile. I hope to stay true to my ethos of affordability and responsibility as I go–and I hope you come along.
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Mosaic tile has mercifully surpassed 4″x4″ ceramic squares in popularity lately but it’s usually very rigid. Staccato little moments of color barked out across fields of space in. lock. step. I find myself most moved by the older, handset mosaic tiles that are not mesh-backed, not perfectly spaced, but more organic and soulful:
From Orsoni
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Of New York City’s boroughs, I’ve seen Staten Island the least by far, having set foot on SI soil maybe 6 times in the dozen years I’ve been a New Yorker. What I’ve seen has has been largely very Fifth Borough: enclaves of neat, monotonous townhomes and semi-detaches. Eminently livable but not lyrical, even by the standards of Levittown; one could easily imagine that the whole place was thrown up in the ’50s, financed by the vinyl and aluminum siding lobbies. My husband has urged me to keep an open mind about dear Richmond County and indeed, when we recently visited Historic Richmondtown and the Snug Harbor Cultural Center and Botanical Garden I found some of the most delightful residential architecture in NYC and even some design inspiration, drawing from the city’ largely erased Dutch heritage as well as the Far East:
With nary a cold, typical New York Beaux Arts masterpiece in sight, these places have a more intimate beauty; rich but muted paint colors like that pink picket fence, filtered light that barely illuminates rough hewn furnishings, the song of the landscape, the shine of low items like collections of tin or woven baskets.
Staten Island, it turns out, was beautiful.
What places have you discovered or rediscovered aesthetically, particularly those who may not have a great reputation for beauty? Are there places you haven’t been but long to go?
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