The music on the Rose Uniacke video was "On the Nature of Daylight" by Max Richter and I love it. I have a thing for melancholy music particularly on a Saturday afternoon when I'm working on the computer and diner is slowly cooking in the oven. I daydream and type and disappear down rabbit holes on the interwebs. It's not all melancholia though. Remember I was an eighties club girl so any gay anthem is on repeat as well. Yesterday it was Pet Shop Boys.
I've also been delving into Ólafur Arnalds' work ever since I got hooked on it from the first series of Broadchurch. (British definitely not the American version.) The vocals by Arnór Dan are haunting in that heavy metal, falsetto, slow ballad, slit my wrists way. I'm loving anything Icelandic at the moment. The visuals in this first video leave much to be desired but it does have the lyrics.
Next time I might share some of my favourite Baroque Castrati music.
I may not have posted much here lately but you wouldn't have to be a genius to know that I'm still thrifting, still haunting secondhand and antique shops for those special little treasures. Here's what I've dragged home lately.
Found this lovely old 2 piece pink and green enamel cistern and basin at The Vintage Advantage. French, 19th century, in working condition. It will eventually go outside when the gutters are replaced, the walls are painted, a pergola has gone up and the garden has grown some more. Ha! Sounds like a long time. I'll tell the story of how we have no money to continue renovations another time ;) In the meantime this little sweetie is sitting in the breeze way. Maybe I'll hang it there. See the cane wrapped, leather strapped water bottle next to it? That's a vintage holy water bottle from Lourdes. 1950s we think. Still full of the "blessed" water. The rubber seal has perished shut. Won't mean much to most but to an ex-catholic, religious kitsch loving atheist like me it's a gas. Not new but I don't think I've shared it before.
Crappy iPhone photos I'm sorry but I never seem to have my camera to hand these days. Grab the phone and shoot except my phone is a bit dodgy in low light. Bright light no probs. Like here where I've snapped my latest white West German pottery vase, a present from the lovely Katherine from The Old Boathouse. Bright light crisp white. Love. Couldn't resist a night snap after I had moved a lamp, a pen and ink drawing of mine and pulled the African mask over to "vignette it up". The cabinet is a red cedar wash stand from a judge's chamber in the old courts in Brisbane and the surveyor's sticks have been around for a couple of years now. I like how all the graphic elements work together. Can you believe Kelvin wrapped that lampshade frame in rattan strips for me? Clever bugger.
My last find is this tapa cloth. I've been hankering after one for ages and finally spotted it in a thrift store this week. It's over 2m long and I'm planning to stretch it over a canvas and add it to a wall in the living room. More graphic, tribal madness. Layers on layers on layers. That's my mantra although some of my friends suspect it's just an excuse for hoarding. In years to come when the paramedics and firemen rescue me from under a collapsed pile of crap in a room with barely a path through they'll find me muttering "layers on layers on layers."