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Speechless. No words. These photos. Amazing. Wait. Let me try. The soft light, the rich colours, the wonderful, casual vibe. It’s an interpretation, an understanding, an appreciation of beauty. British photographer Joanna Henderson. Considered and enchanted, captured through a lens.

STUFF is a monograph presenting and detailing M(Group)’s interiors and architecture. 

Sound a little “stuffy”? How about this…. STUFF, a clever interactive book exploring the inspiration behind the richly layered design work by Carey Maloney and his team at M(Group). The book takes readers through 40 wide ranging “topics” from designers like Eugene Printz and Billy Haines, to Greek marbles and Maoist art and more.  A free Digimarc Discover app means you can point your smart phone or tablet at any topics page and disappear down the rabbit hole of design discovery. But you’ll have to wait just a little longer. STUFF is due for release in December. In the meantime explore the STUFF website for just a little taste of what awaits.

Here’s a little peek into the portfolio of Norwegian interior stylists Jannicke Kråkvik and Alessandro D’Orazio (while I listen to the crazy winds that seem to be trying to uproot my 12′ wide house thanks to Hurricane Sandy).

I hope, dear readers, that I didn’t leave you feeling down with the dark and moody styling of Hilary Robertson. No, no do not despair. Her work presents another face that is fresh and bright and young. My heart does little leaps with these lovely shots. Enjoy.

P.S. Mrs. Robertson has a shop for those lucky enough to make it to Brooklyn. A wonderland of the old and beaten up, patina and passion. 88 South Portland Avenue, Brooklyn.

Almost a year ago a late afternoon storm had me racing to wax lyrical about interior stylist Hilary Robertson. Roiling clouds and a darkening light seemed a good match to the moody, limited palette of the work I featured back then. Today the sky is full of smoke, grey and once again menacing. The thick air sits heavy on my chest and the edges of my mind are picked at and bothered by news of fire not far from home. Once again I seek solace, no, inspiration in the moody tones of Robertson’s work. Dark and deliciously distracting. So here’s to you Mrs. Robertson for brightening my day.