
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.


















Interior stylist Pippa Jameson breathes life into concepts and ideas. She takes what is nebulous and embryonic, researches and creates, hires and coordinates, schemes and styles and just when her sets or rooms are almost perfect I’m sure she sprinkles fairy dust for good measure. Just kidding about the fairy dust. It’s all just amazing talent and hard work. Clean, fresh and relaxed. A little vintage, a lot of colour anchored with white.














Should we run away? Should we pretend? Should we dream of a shed at the end of the garden? Forget our cares and woes? Should we? Could we? With the help of stylist Louise Rastall we just might. Dreamy days filled with soft muted colours, bright, fresh houses, gardens and picnics. Lovely.











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.











