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Showing posts with label ivan terestchenko. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ivan terestchenko. Show all posts
2.4.11
on the world being mud-lucious [again]
hop-scotch and jump-rope
[in our backyard, the wisteria is
in bloom and it is spectacular.
the lavender is happy, the lime
tree has so many buds it is
dizzying & on these warm days,
after the rains we've seen,
the scent is sweeter than any i've
ever known. a rare slice of heaven.]
cover story:
the world of interiors +
the magnificent
15.1.11
10.1.11
in the long run
when i hear scott schumann talk about starting out with his camera, or i see grace coddington with her unsurpassed eye and shock of red curls and brilliant determination; when i read p. gaye tapp's posts & see the magnificence that ivan tereschenko shares with us on an almost daily basis...when the original work of michael jakubowski makes me smile, again and again, and hollister hovey and megan wilson and duncan hannah bring forth the world as we might have imagined it once before (were we small and listening at dusk to churchill's voice on the radio -- hoping not to hear, instead, the air-raid siren); when remodelista publishes day after day without fail some of the most glorious environments on earth, and my dear friend sara melling delights the beekman boys with her perfectly gorgeous drawings, and blue writes and says there is little that is truly urgent...i know this is why keeping a blog sustains so many of us.
what better way is there, balancing it with being out in the world, than to reach across and over boundaries that, at one time, might have kept us all apart unknowing and perhaps unseeing? this sort of communication wasn't even vaguely possible when i was a young mom raising three (then four) small (magnificent) human beings. how i would have relished having a voice like this, then: a way to speak to someone on the other side of the world while i kept home fires burning and the young officer we loved (those children and i; their father, my husband) patrolled icy waters in a silent boat that we heard nothing absolutely nothing of and nothing from for three months at a time (& twice a year). yes, i'd have given my eye teeth to stroll with mrs. blandings through her new house, or spend the evening visiting beth and her poetry. these days, i think of that young mom and i am thankful. for all of this, and all of that. for all of you. and, very much so, for that man and the four magnificent human beings with whom we have been able to share our life.
(that this way of communicating reaches over boundaries, it goes so much further than that- doesn't it? it is a way of seeing that we are all connected. far bigger than any single tweet, little blog, quiet facebook post. it- all of this communication, with so many voices that used to be silent (or near-silent)- will lead, i hope, to something mankind has been waiting for. the truth of peace. the realization that all is really just one. in the long run, that's what i continue to hope for. in the short run, i am- again- thankful to share the hope of peace with anyone.)
6.1.11
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6.10.10
why art?
because in words pictures voices heard notes sung
there is that unexpected shiver that runs up my spine,
i realize i've forgotten to breathe for a minute & it's got
to be the closest thing to touching heaven when we are
here on earth: like the face of your child the wisdom of
those who care for you the hand of your true love it is
the treasure of the eternal in the land of those who live
that's why art
cocteau's attache case:
1.10.10
29.9.10
10.8.10
muse. editors. books. a film or two. knights.
burning blog-ish questions of late:
A.
when will elle decor make mitchell owens the head honcho?
isn't it time? he's the perfect editor for the publication,
and -- lord knows, especially these days -- don't all
publications need practically perfect editors?
B.
what publisher will wake up and smell the coffee
mrs. b brews so lovingly marvelously deliciously
for all of us in her sweet kitchen;
o! why do i have to wait sooo long to read
The Mrs. Blandings Book of Home Decor and Family Fun?
(she just saw Utah. now i have to go.)
C.
when will little augury enter the documentary
business? as in: with all of her yummy posts, shouldn't
someone start working with her to make short movies
about all of this? magnificent tidbits of design (and so
on and so forth) history. honestly. cannes needs her. really.
D.
when will mr. terestchenko's modern knights book be
available? soon, please?
All of the Above +
what's porter's next role in mad men?
she looks so remarkably swell
in those swanky glasses...
16.6.10
24.5.10
Awards Season
(or: the post that just keeps getting
simplified as the day goes on ;)
Knowing that it is a great honor to be among the
Magnificent 7 chosen by Gaye at Little Augury,
and the seven Beautiful Bloggers chosen by
Daniel at Hiberian Homme, I'll be sending out
two sets of awards. Seven Beautiful Bloggers:
[the tradition of the award, once received,
is to name seven more beautiful blogs &
tell us seven things we might not know about
photo: cecil beaton
20.4.10
flame-heart
unerringly beautiful
" . . . So much in ten brief years! I have forgot
What time the purple apples come to juice,And what month brings the shy forget-me-not.
I have forgot the special, startling season
Of the pimento's flowering and fruiting;
What time of year the ground doves brown the fields . . . "
9.4.10
coasting
We have been all about
Easter vacation around
here, lately, and most
efforts have been going
to enjoying the time with
loved ones far and near;
sometimes you prep for
these things for weeks,
don't you, and then they
go by so very quickly?
That's pretty much the
case right now. While
we are still enjoying
the luxury of the next
few days of visits, and
I continue to coast in
posts (hence my pro-
clivity for sending you
elsewhere for the last
several pages at least) . .
well, thought I'd share
more favorites now &
say tschüss for a bit or so.
p&c
(I've added an illustration below -- a great
favorite by the exceedingly remarkable
Ivan Terestchenko -- that might better explain
Thank you, Little Augury,
for the image & your magnificent taste.)
28.3.10
rhythm
Jean Cocteau,
Japanese Paper Blossom,
Princess Ira Von Furstenberg
by Sir Cecil Beaton
Knot and Spine
by Ivan Terestchenko
26.2.10
Ivan Terestchenko
The colored thread, the braid, theneat scissors. The sweetly elegantneedlework. The spools, the paper,the pins. Simple/a universe.
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