I could use this right now - Oscar Niemeyer Chaise Lounge - from the archives

originally published July 6, 2013.

So, Oscar Niemeyer made cool furniture as well as buildings? Of course he did. Seems like most architects are budding furniture designers as well (Frank Lloyd Wright, Ron Thom). Niemeyer passed away in December 2012 - 10 days short of his 105th birthday.

The Rio Chaise Lounge was designed in 1978 in collaboration with his daughter Anna Maria Niemeyer.

Features a bent wood frame, woven cane seat, and leather headrest pillow with weighted straps.

The image shown is a 2001 reissue for sale on 1st Dibs.

1978 original for sale at $28,000 in 2013
1978 original sold at auction $22,000 in 2008
1978 original unsold at auction $5000 in 2003

images © R 20th Century

Dining dilemma

I've had at least five dining tables in the past ten years. Partially because I've moved six times in the past five years (and you've been with me for each one). What was purchased for one area doesn't fit in another area. This is what leaves me torn. I need a new table - again. I'd like to invest and get something I can keep pretty much from this day forth but seeing as we rent who knows what will happen. Our last movers trashed our teak bedroom set, smashed most of my BC ceramics, broke my alabaster table, and gouged the top of my stump table with a six inch crevasse.  What do I do? Out of all those tables a card table we had was the most versatile and the size was right for each dining room. I should look for one of those old wood ones, eh?

If I had 'my own' dining area it would go something like this:

Florence Knoll's oak or walnut topped table.

or the Wegner CH002 table

"Oh hi, we just look cool."
Jonathan Adler's Sputnik chandelier

Hoffman for Thonet cane back chairs
mixed with Wegner's Wishbone chairs

Not in my dining area but of course the Womb chair would be had. Now I'm into the flax colour. Good thing I didn't get the purple velvet one four moves ago!

Here's one of those card tables I just found on Craigslist. Thirty bones and it has a "leather top" - too bad those fantastic chairs aren't included.

Terribly Planned Circulation

I'll tell you something about renting, you get the opportunity to live in a multitude of different neighbourhoods in a multitude of different eras of dwellings - a pseudo try before you buy. As you know, we were renovicted from the place we moved into just seven months into our lease, (a long term rental my ass). We were turned down for about six or seven places we applied to rent - who the hell knows why and besides I don't really care. We finally got accepted into one - we moved all our stuff over on the 31st and within 30 minutes of stepping foot in the place - in the daylight - I gave our notice to get the hell out. Our total stay was thirteen hellish nights. What a pen of filth. Viewings only after 6pm! After 6pm because it's dark and you can't see the filth. Anyway, this dump of a building was built in 2009, I hadn't lived in anything newer than 1965 since I was nineteen and living at home with my parents. I don't think I'll ever live in anything 'new' again. Speaking of such, how can people line up to buy condos that aren't even built yet? They've never even sniffed out the place. By sniffing out I mean exactly that - smelling it. An educated nose knows the smell of particle board and cheap flooring. An educated nose knows the smell of cheap. How do people put their trust in some developer they don't even know? Developers are business people. What do businesses care about in the 21st Century? The bottom line. What's the number one rule in business? Buy low, sell high. So, to all those people I saw lined up on 41st and Cambie today to buy an unbuilt condo on a major traffic artery - all the best to you and yours.

So, where is home now? Well, I had a Quebecois/Portuguese friend who used to like to call me a WASP, I adamantly disagreed - and even more so now that I looked it up. I don't have an Anglican or Protestant bone in my body and horses and I have a mutual understanding - they don't like me and I don't like them - but we're cool like that. Let's just say I'm back at the beach, (the other place was on 8th and Cambie). I haven't lived more than two blocks from the beach in eighteen years. What's that saying, once you leave you can never go/get back?


Here I sit with all my furniture from our place in West Van. Stuff bought for our place in West Van. How the hell do you make stuff fit in a space that you didn't intend to put it? I thought I'd check out some of my interiors books to see what they had to say. That's what got me writing this post to begin with. After reading a chapter entitled Planning for Space* it got me thinking about how all these new condos lack exactly that - a plan for human comfortable space. Take these eight points on well plotted circulation for example:
  1. Can you get to the bedrooms without passing through the major group area?
  2. Can guests get to the bathroom without passing through a bedroom?
  3. Can you move through the kitchen without interfering with the cooking operations?
  4. Are hallways wide enough for two people to pass each other comfortably?
  5. Are entrance areas large enough to give a welcome to the home without dumping guests straight into the middle of a party?
  6. Are staircases wide enough to permit passage of furniture?
  7. Are doors well situated to allow for a flow of traffic and comfortable furniture arrangement?
  8. Does the home have a "heart" - where people automatically congregate? Are paths to that area unobstructed?

Now, please, memorize these points. Don't rent/buy something before you ask yourself these questions. Landlords and developers - same goes for you. It's in your best interest to keep happy, long term tenants. That being said, although the lay out sucks, I think the new place is going to be quite satisfactory. You know I'll keep you posted.

And on another, yet similar note, I went to park out front of one of my favourite little Vancouver houses today and noticed it was looking neglected. Well, it's been listed for sale  - $899,900.00. I guarantee you it's probably 100% original - and it's listed for its property only. I've posted photos of its amazing dark purple hydrangea bush on Instagram in the past.

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* Faulkner, Sarah. Planning a Home. New York: Holt, Rinehart and Winston, 1979.

Don't you ask me to give you a song

What am I going to write about? I need to be inspired. I haven't seen any good design pieces or heard any original music at all lately - although I do listen to my 70s Dudes playlist usually three times a day. You know what though? The nice thing about having a blog is that it's my blog and I can write whenever and about whatever I want. It's been seven years now, eh? Seven years! I remember when I was seven. Elvis died and my family and I went and saw Star Wars on opening night at the Stanley on Granville (no, we didn't go to the movie because Elvis died). I'm a Han Solo kinda gal. Although Lando and his cape did give Han a run for his money - but just for a bit - until Han was frozen, then I felt guilty. Grade Seven, I remember Grade Seven. Mr. Coleman was my teacher and Amy was my best friend. My hair was long and feathered to the side and I liked drawing. What else? Hmm, how about the seven months in Kits before we were evicted? Yes. Seven months. Nope, not going to go into the whole ordeal. One word - Vancouver. You can look it up if you're interested.

Okay, so I finished my philosophy course at UBC. My last paper was, What is Death? I finished the course with the same GPA I had twenty years ago so at least I'm not getting any dumber. It'd been awhile since I'd last been intense so I thought it was about due time. For future reference it might be less painful to just Jiffy that on a Stanfield's to remember -  Intense (in all caps). It's the academic writing style that's painful not the thinking. I'd hoped that style had disappeared with the 20th Century but no such luck. Ah, but wait! The Writing a Romance Novel workshop I took! What a fun day that was. There were only three of us - me, an eighty year old woman, and the instructor - who by the way was awesome. I'd tell you her name but it's packed in my books from bedroom box. What I can tell you is that she's a member of the West End Writer's Club, wears blue eye shadow and used to live in the Caribbean. A Gen X'er, a Baby Boomer and a Golden Oldie. You need to remember of course that in your 20s you're living the romance novel so you don't need to know how to write it. I'm working on one in my head - or is it an autobiography? So, that Kim Gordon book. What did you think? I need to read it again. Not because it's so friggin' good but just so I can understand it better - then I'll let you know. Kind of like when I heard In Utero for the first time. Can you please tell me that Virgina Woolf isn't as pretentious as she's coming across in Moments of Being? She's Tumblr famous you know. Oh My Cat speaking of pretentious - you need to watch - no, no you have to watch Schitt's Creek. Catherine O'Hara. Can she be any cooler? The coolest Canadian in my books (and Anne Murray.)

Oh yeah. We went to a cider workshop in Mt. Vernon a couple weekends ago. I stopped paying attention after an hour into it. I cheated off Brad's notes. Joking. Those people who cheat - they don't end up making it - they fail at life. Why? Because you can't cheat reality.

Sometimes my cat Tilley smells like a Cowichan sweater. Sometimes she smells like one of those sleeping bags from the 70s. That's what she smells like right now. I love those sleeping bags. The ones with the flannel lining with images of camping scenes or ducks and guns. Hey, remember going over to a guy's house and he'd have one of those sleeping bags as a bedspread, (or was it his only blanket)? Holy mackerel what a trendsetter. 

The sun came out.

top image: Bruno Freschi for Erickson Massey, 1967, Chartwell Place, West Vancouver, BC. © stacy reynaud
bottom image: © Lucasfilm Ltd

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An Untouched 1970s A-Frame Wonder

The Gienger Residence in West Vancouver is on the market for the first time. The home has been lived in by the original owners/architects since 1971. And what a stunner it is! Is that plush carpeting I see in the living room? Look at the beautiful unstained cedar walls and exposed beams.

Original copper pendant lights and a burl bar.  I'd take the rope off the bar.
Original floor to ceiling stone fireplace and hand carved beams.
Spiral stair case and original brick kitchen. The floors look like they might have been replaced with unfortunate laminate. However, nothing appears to have been updated in the home so it could be the original hardwood floor. They're probably just well cared for as it looks like the rest of the home has been.
Are the burl table and chandelier included in the sale?
Sold me at the sunken purple bathtub! I'd rip that carpet out though. Carpet does not belong in washrooms. Gross. I'd put in a light colored heated stone floor of some sort.
There you have it. For more images check out the realtor's website. It would be a shame if the home was bought strictly to be torn down and replaced with the ever popular West Van Baroque Craftsman.


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