*Atonement reference. I am not just delusional over a life with James McAvoy (entirely).
Category: architecture
The Antlers and Some Goodies
Listen to the lyrics.
Here are the lyrics.
It isn’t often that music can actually hypnotize me enough so that if I lay down and listen to it, I can just let their lyrics breathe through me, the delicate notes of piano acting as a heartbeat to their message. Their music is beautiful.
Please listen to these songs! I hope it shall resonate with you as deeply as it has with me. *read in an elderly English accent for most impact*
Anyways, it’s good to be home. I’ve spent the last week reading To the Lighthouse, sipping variations of David’s Tea (can’t get any better than this), watching Pride & Prejudice over and over (don’t ask why, not sure myself, I was just obsessed) and playing Kettering on the piano, but the internet connection has been a sketchy, disappointing situation so I couldn’t post anythang.
But YO! Because I have abandoned you unexpectedly for a week, I fully intend to make up for that by making this post full of equally unexpected goodies.
*m
Bobby Pinning
I felt like I could share this with you all, now that you know my dreams of becoming an architect (oh so slowly, step by step). In my drafting and design class, I was told to come up with a small scale city scape made of just one material. So, naturally, I chose bobby pins… much more difficult than I thought because of how rigid they are. However, this is what I came up with so far. It’s more of a building, not really a city scene. I envisioned it as a building in a really green space, with mingling potentially allowed beneath the roof of it.
Anyhways, that’s what I have. What would you build if only allowed one material, and small scale? I’m curious now that I’m living and breathing bobby pins in my class. Gah.
*m
Can A Room Have Sex Appeal…
What we have here, ladies and gentleman, is a class act example of what it means for a room to be, by definition, sexy. I’m sure I’m not the first one to realize, as you’re scrolling through some shots of a house, that the adjective “sexy” comes to my mind. Where might this come from? Well, if a room can embody the “dark, rich, and handsome” stereotype of a man, just in terms of sleek lines, dramatic lighting, and a bold sense of personality, then the room would find a way into our hearts relatively quickly, wouldn’t it? So maybe “man caves” will find a place in the home of a lady, after all, if done like one of the “studs” above.
Until next time,
*m
ps. The Archtivist, my homepage, is where I found the majority of these good lookin’ fellows. Check him out.
{unkown, Roman and Williams, unkown, Arch Daily, The Archtivist}
Little People
Alright, I have approximately six minutes to express in words how much inspiration/nostalgia/love I feel for this photo, all wrapped up in one little ball of happiness. GO!
First you should know just how much of my childhood was filled with a fascination of little things. To me, anything that was a size meant to be handled by faeries was just the most curious and intriguing and wonderful type of thing I could think of. This love of faeries I got from my mum, instilled in me since I was oh, about four and she would bring out picture books of various winged creatures, all of whom had these beautiful, long locks of wispy hair and mischievous looking pointed ears. Now, as an almighty, matured human being who couldn’t possibly believe in faeries because that would just be foolish (lies), I have transferred this love of the dainty and whimsical lifestyle of faeries into aspects of interior design and architecture. Loving the seamless look of glass combined with luxurious antiques, and little models like this one.
The Californian retro vibe of this model, infusing two different decades together – the 50’s and the 80’s – is so damn cool, and it’s the one of the first times in a long time I’ve seen little people that aren’t meant to be faeries to be so intriguing.
I’M IN LOVE. WHERE CAN I BUY THIS BEAUTY.
…k, I’m done. Back to chem and physics (save me, please).
*m
{wanken}