Showing posts with label An Aesthete's Lament. Show all posts
Showing posts with label An Aesthete's Lament. Show all posts

6.5.10

The Book





What the Aesthete does is beyond enchanting:
it is the stuff of legend, as I see it now.

The Aesthete writes to us (that is, blogs) as a
good friend...a most careful and curious soul with
great intellect & a magnificent eye; a warm-hearted
professor of All that is Most Beautiful in the World...
a professor who throws the doors wide open, inviting
us into his well-appointed classroom, and teaches us
things we might never have known if it were not for
our dear friend. In the wake of his departure, I can
only think (hope) that he might perhaps return -- in
the not-too-distant future -- come back to the class-
room, as it were. Perhaps with a new text? How
magnificent it would be to see "An Aesthete's Lament:
The Book." How doubly delightful to see it on his blog,
announcing his return. One can only hope. And I do.



9.4.10

$169,900 (via the Aesthete)



perhaps it's finally
time to set up boxes,
get out your packing tape,
call the moving van?


all because of this:

Marcel Breuer
in Canajoharie

Four Winds

via
(do stop by and see it)




17.3.10

It's that good.


The other day, I realized (a happy epiphany)
that this blog (which I cannot stop visiting)
reminds me of M. F. K. Fisher. How
much do I love it? That much. It's
purely delicious and you should not
wait to go there. Dig in, dig in.




7.12.09

elsie by ludwig


An Aesthete's Lament is such a fun stop.
Always delightful, terribly informative.
Brilliant words on the history of
interior design (and so much more).
Incredibly erudite, basically. Genius.

Pretty delicious. (From the Aesthete, of course.)




22.8.09

cutting room floor

















Just a few things that made me look
twice in the past few months. Trying
to clean up my files. A few photos
are mine. The rest, links to inspire.


3.6.09

house tour with mrs. blandings


mrs. b is currently conducting one
of the most delightful house tours 
you can imagine. rose tarlow is 
there, thanks to the ever-enlightening

above: one of my all-time favorite exteriors