The other night I dreamed of wallpaper. Well, not really. It was actually an image during a little gong meditation journey I was on. Eighties lovers sculpture comes to life in a Fauvist equatorial rainforest (think Henri Rousseau). The backdrop was amazing and I want wallpaper like it! It was so vivid that I thought for sure I must've seen it before. I'll leave the philosophy of consciousness dialogue alone right now.
Similar vibe to this Rousseau painting.
It was black with sparsely placed tropical leaves but not palm fronds.
More like ficus leaves
and they were electric green.
This pair of tights is pretty close
but on a larger scale.
This shirt actually might be a closer fit than the tights but without the flowers and more vibrant green.
Whatever, it was a rewarding journey and I'll get hit with deja vu soon enough.
PS I hate how wallpaper isn't wallpaper anymore - according to search engines.
I'm in a dysfunctional relationship - with West Vancouver. You know I moved out of West Van in July, right? I was just getting too bitter about the clash of ideas in regards to housing, being ripped off in rent, and all the bloody traffic on Marine Drive. Well, I'm moving back.
Turns out I'm not the only one that's getting fed up though:
West Vancouver Council moved unanimously to commence community consultation and draft a bylaw that would address form and character in West Vancouver homes.Jeremy Shepherd, North Shore News.
You can watch the 'boisterous' council meeting on video and read the full meeting agenda from October 20th here.
I touched on this topic back in February 2014 when West Van held its first public Info Session. What came from the Info Sessions were recommendations from West Vancouver's Manager of Community Planning, Stephen Mikicich. You can read those recommendations from June 2014 here.
Except for a few hometown architects (Whitney Smith, Harwell Hamilton Harris) and a few stray writers and professors (Jean Murray Bangs, Jack Hillmer, Esther McCoy) almost no one knew of them, [Charles and Henry Greene], except as relics of the past (Hess 2007, 8).
Dan White's Orchard Way Vernacular once stood here.
Don't get me wrong - I love black clothes, it's dressing conservatively in black that kills me.
This is my second week back to work after two months off. My sparkles, velvet, embroidery and leopard print have moved to the back of my closet. My amber resin is sealed, I'm scentless, senseless and back in black. An outsider among my kind, shoved by the man to the sidelines - left to yearn for that which I know, that of which I can now only admire from the sidewalks of East Pender. Hear my cry eccentric ladies of Chinatown for it is you that I owe my inspiration(and Mr. Marc Jacobs, never you mind what I speak of).
Three things I ask myself when I shop for my everyday clothes:
Would Kate Moss wear that?
Would a crazy Chinese lady wear that?
Was it made prior to 1990?
Three things I ask myself when I shop for work clothes:
Is it black?
Would Grace Coddington wear that?
Would Kim Gordon wear that - to a funeral?
We have paid our dues and have earned the right to tart ourselves up
like circus performers, burlesque queens or pole dancing hoochies (and
that's just the men). We have earned our right to wear an electric-blue
silk-satin blouson. Simon Doonan on ageing. ELLE Decoration October 2014
I've written 1374 opening paragraphs for this post and they're all turning into novels! So here it is, to the point. When you're performing professionally in front of hundreds of people don't wear your Costco jeans and old man dumpy shirt. You may think by dressing that way you're incognito and not attracting attention to yourself but frankly you are - a dumpy outfit stands out more than a well presented one.
So, I've pulled together a few inspiration looks from the Fall 2014 runway for you - now this is strictly inspiration and if I were shopping for you, you know it would be 100% vintage.
There are always meaningful songs for somebody. People are doing their courting, people are finding their wives, people are making babies, people are washing their dishes, people are getting through the day, with songs that we may find insignificant. But their significance is affirmed by others. There’s always someone affirming the significance of a song by taking a woman into his arms or by getting through the night. That’s what dignifies the song. Songs don’t dignify human activity. Human activity dignifies the song.
Back in 2012 I spotted some equipale furniture in a late 60s decorating mag and within the last month this Mexican handmade leather furniture is popping out at me right, left and centre. Traditional Equipal furniture is handmade from tanned pigskin and cedar or rosewood strips - each piece is unique, and like all unwaxed, natural leather, will get better with age.