
I am unequivocally, unquestionably, undeniably in love with this home. An absolute dream in shades of gold and black, it is located in Madrid and owned by model Laura Ponte. It was featured in Architectural Digest Spain back in 2009 and is apparently now for sale. If I had the zillion dollars she’s asking for it, I would throw in another zillion and demand she leave all the furnishings…or at the very least those chandeliers in the dining room. SWOON!!!












Whenever I see a home as minimalist as this I wonder how long the sparseness would last if I moved in. Like, A DAY. MAYBE TWO. This 155 sq m home is gorgeous though as-is. So much open space. As much as I love ornate moldings found in old heritage homes, the lack of it here really appeals to me. Who needs baseboards anyway?!
interior design + design of bed, a chaise longue, a table, a bench and hangers = Loft Kolasinski
painting by the Brazilian painter Aecio Sarti
photos: Karolina Bąk
design of built-in elements of interior: designyougo
building design: Eike Becker Architekten













An exercise in the effortless mixing of contemporary design and traditional features. Park Slope perfection by Elizabeth Roberts Architecture & Design.










Any day, any time, anywhere in the world. The perfect spot to while away the hours. Work? What work? From the portfolio of DixonKirby.
If you would like to participate in the Monday’s pets on furniture series please send photos, your name, location and a brief description to kim[at]desiretoinspire[dot]net, or hashtag your photos #DTIpetsonfurniture.
This is Luna, the Neapolitan Mastiff. She lives in Buffalo, NY and when the summer patio furniture is out, she usually claims it for herself. She shares, but at 160 pounds, she’s hardly a lap dog.
– Rob

My sister Jen sent me this photo of one of her 3 cats, Zoe lounging on the living room sofa.

And from me…Phoebe likes to sneak up on my Panton chair the second I move off of it. It’s hilarious because I’ll go up to her to sit back down and she won’t look me in the eye thinking I won’t see her. (I blame my Cowboy Kate sheepskin). And foster cat Moss on the kitchen counter debating if he wants to go through that makeshift curtain out to the catio

