… are made of these. By Parisian interior architect Tristan Auer.

There is a certain something that defines a French room. An effortless style, a casual (but oh so carefully curated) elegance. It may look thrown together but it’s the height of fashion but without the fad. Appartement George Berger by Laurent Bourgois.

Saturday again and you know the story. I’ve spent my spare moments flitting from real estate listing to real estate listing during the week. I’m a stalker but I’m fussy. Not quite right, bad photos, I need more photos please, house is amazing furniture is deplorable or no furniture at all! Can’t quite put my finger on it listings with something that has me nodding “yes”. It’s a mixed bag this week.I’ve found an unrestored apartment with it’s own turret, one that needs a little judicious curating (that’s the polite way of saying there are too many “things”), a designer pad, an empty industrial dream, a revisit to a retro lovely (they painted the ceiling white!) and my usual assortment of inner city terraces. All via realestate.com.au.

That’s what the print says and that may be true… or not 🙂 What I am noticing though is the demise of the overstuffed, the over thought, the over tweaked, the overdone. I love this Eagle Rock, California house Bestor Architecture. Stylish but casual, family friendly and just right for everyday living. And who could say no to a half pipe in the backyard?

Be still my beating heart. I’m having palpitations. My favourite architectural real estate site Modern House has a new listing and it has me in a spin. Rippon House (1971) by Gerry Rippon of Towell & Rippon. I think I could have called this post stalking chair porn. An amazing house, an amazing collection of furniture.

(A and C abandon your families. Rob a bank. We need to pool resources and buy this baby.)